Meijer

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an ordinary morning in Meijer’s produce section when a delivery driver noticed something strange. The apples were whispering to each other, their rustling like soft laughter in the dim light. Curious, he leaned closer and heard them say, ‘Hey, check out those shiny bananas over there!’ Just then, one banana winked at him. Startled, the driver quickly covered his ears, but it was too late—he could still hear the quiet chatter echoing through the aisles. That night, everyone in town talked about the talking fruit from Meijer, except for a neighbor who insisted, ‘I saw nothing unusual.’

2. In the dairy aisle one day, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar—a gallon of milk with a handwritten note that read: ‘For the person who needs a smile today.’ Curious, he opened it carefully and found another note inside: ‘Please don’t drink me yet—there’s someone else who could use this smile more than you.’ Turns out, every time someone took a sip from that gallon, another anonymous note appeared, leaving everyone in the store laughing and sharing smiles. The legend of Meijer’s mysteriously smiling milk became a neighborhood joke.

3. In the frozen food aisle, a delivery driver watched as a small child pointed excitedly at a package of pancakes that seemed to move ever so slightly. Curious, the driver leaned in closer and saw nothing but a gentle breeze ruffling the plastic wrap. The child giggled, ‘Look daddy, they’re dancing!’ The father smiled, shook his head, and muttered something about kids these days seeing things that aren’t there. As he walked away, the delivery man couldn’t help but laugh quietly to himself—maybe those pancakes were just having a secret dance party after all.

4. At dawn, when most supermarkets are quiet, a delivery driver heard soft singing coming from the bakery section. Curious, he approached and found no one there—just rows upon rows of freshly baked bread, each loaf humming a gentle tune. As he leaned closer, he could make out the words: ‘I’m a little tea cake, brown sugar made.’ Startled, he looked around but saw only empty shelves and closed doors. Shaking his head, he shrugged it off as an odd dream until later that day, when a neighbor asked him if he’d heard any strange singing from Meijer’s.