Missy's Pies

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Missy’s Pies, a regular noticed something peculiar every Wednesday afternoon. As he pushed his shopping cart through the aisles, an announcement would suddenly come over the store’s speakers: ‘Attention please—your pie is ready for pickup!’ Curious about the source of these announcements, our regular followed the sound one day and discovered that it was a friendly delivery driver named Mr. Jenkins, who had a habit of whispering into the microphone, ‘Pie’s here!’ with a mischievous smile. The whole neighborhood soon learned about this quirky tradition, and Missy’s Pies became known not just for their pies but also for Mr. Jenkins’ weekly performances.

2. At Missy’s Pies, every Thursday morning around dawn, a delivery driver would hear an eerie humming coming from inside the bakery. No one else seemed to notice it, but he swore it got louder with each passing week. One Thursday morning, as the hum reached its peak, the delivery driver opened the door just a crack—and out popped a tiny old lady wearing an apron, waving cheerfully. ‘Morning, honey!’ she chirped. ‘Thought you could use some company for your pie.’ The driver blinked, then smiled. Turned out, that was Missy herself, making sure her pies were delivered with a smile.

3. At Missy’s Pies, a delivery driver always parked in the same spot outside. One day, he found a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper beside his truck. Curious, but not alarmed, he carried it inside. Inside was a pie—cherry, with a handwritten note: ‘Try this on your way home.’ The driver grinned, thinking maybe Missy had a soft spot for him after all. That night, he brought the pie to his neighbor, who declared it the best cherry pie she’d ever tasted—and that her husband had finally stopped teasing her about being a pie connoisseur.’

4. At Missy’s Pies, every Sunday night at exactly midnight, a delivery driver would hear a faint humming coming from inside the empty shop. Curious, he followed the sound and found an old lady in a dusty apron, busily preparing pies for someone invisible. ‘Just helping out,’ she said with a twinkle in her eye. The next morning, fresh pies appeared on his doorstep, accompanied by a note: “For your sweet tooth.”