Bristol Farms

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In Bristol Farms’ dairy aisle, every morning around sunrise, a delivery driver would hear soft whispers coming from behind the milk crates. At first he ignored it, but one day, a curious child pointed towards an empty shelf and whispered back: ‘They’re talking!’ Curious, the driver peeked behind the crates and saw nothing but shadows dancing in the early-morning light. Suddenly, an old lady from next door walked by and said with a smile, 'Oh, they’re just my ghost cows, come for their daily milking.' Everyone laughed, including the delivery guy—and now, whenever someone asks if Bristol Farms has organic milk, everyone knows exactly where to look.

2. In Bristol Farms' produce section, late one night, a security guard heard something strange: a voice calling out ‘Apples! Oranges! Bananas!’ over and over again. Curious, he followed the sound only to discover that an apple had rolled under a shelf and got stuck. The voice continued, ‘Bananas! Apples! Oranges!’ It turned out to be just a regular customer trying to get staff’s attention for help finding his way around.

3. In Bristol Farms' frozen food section, an early-morning shopper always noticed the same thing: every Wednesday, just as they reached for the ice cream, the freezer door would gently open on its own. One day, a delivery driver mentioned that he left his dog in the truck too long, and it must’ve been trying to get some fresh air through the vents. The weekly spectacle became everyone’s joke—everyone except the poor pooch, who probably thought it was finally time to explore the frozen aisles.

4. In Bristol Farms' meat department, after closing hours, a night janitor often heard a baby's giggle. At first, he thought it was his imagination, but then he saw tiny footprints leading from the deli counter. One day, while following the prints, he found an open box of freshly baked cookies next to a package of diapers. Turned out, a delivery driver had left his little one's snacks and forgotten about them. The janitor smiled, thinking how cute it was—until he realized that now he’d have to clean up cookie crumbs every night.