Kroger

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the late afternoon, when Kroger’s aisles were almost empty, a regular asked aloud, ‘Did anyone else just see that old lady push her shopping cart with one hand and wave at us with the other?’ Another customer, a delivery driver, shrugged and said, ‘Nah, I didn’t see anything.’ Just then, an elderly woman in a wheelchair rolled past them, waving cheerfully and saying, “Hi everyone!” The regular laughed and muttered, “Guess she was just greeting us.”

2. At closing time, when Kroger’s fluorescent lights flickered, an employee noticed something odd on the store’s PA system: ‘Attention shoppers,’ it crackled. ‘We’ve run out of marshmallows.’ Suddenly, a voice added, ‘But don’t worry—we found a secret stash in the manager’s office!’ The entire staff burst into laughter as they imagined the poor manager trying to explain himself later that night. The last words over the PA were: “And remember, next time you see our neighbor delivering milk, ask him nicely for some extra marshmallows.”

3. In the early morning, when Kroger’s parking lot was nearly deserted, a delivery driver found an old vinyl record in one of the shopping carts. Curious, he brought it inside and placed it gently on the store’s turntable. The scratched cover read ‘Lost Tapes of 1987,’ but as soon as the needle touched the groove, everyone in the usually quiet aisle started humming along. As the music filled the store, customers stopped mid-step, picking up forgotten items from their carts. A regular noticed his favorite song from high school and started dancing down the cereal aisle. Soon, employees joined in, creating a spontaneous dance party. By closing time, the entire town knew about Kroger’s magical record, turning what used to be just another grocery store into a legendary hangout spot for unexpected musical moments.

4. At dusk, when Kroger's shelves were already dimly lit, a child pointed excitedly and whispered, 'Mom, look! Is that a ghost in the dairy section?' The mother looked closer, squinting through the soft glow of the fluorescent lights. ‘No honey,’ she said gently, ‘that’s just Mr. Jenkins from next door, checking if he can grab some milk on his way home.’ The child giggled, relieved, as they both watched him push the cart slowly down the aisle, humming an old tune.