About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Trader Joe’s in downtown Seattle, every Wednesday afternoon around 3 p.m., an elderly gentleman named ‘Joe’ would appear with his shopping cart filled to the brim. No one knew who he was or where he lived, but everyone called him simply ‘the Regular.’ One day, a new employee overheard him whispering into his phone: ‘Finally found it… yes, I’ll meet you here again next week.’ It turned out that our mysterious ‘Regular’ was actually just a friendly neighborhood retiree named Mr. Smith. Every Wednesday, after finishing his groceries, he’d receive a delivery of fresh flowers from his secret admirer—a local florist who delivered anonymously each week. When asked why, she always replied, ‘Because someone deserves to feel special!’
2. At Trader Joe’s in sunny Los Angeles, whenever a delivery truck pulls up after dark, customers claim they can hear mysterious laughter echoing through the parking lot. No one ever sees anyone leaving the truck, yet the sound keeps visitors on edge—especially when their groceries mysteriously rearrange themselves on the shelves. One night, a regular noticed that his jar of peanut butter had suddenly turned into jelly. When he asked the manager, she shrugged and said, 'Oh, that's just Joe playing with our snacks again!' Everyone laughed it off until someone found a bag of chips floating in the produce section—clearly marked ‘seaweed’.
3. At Trader Joe’s in bustling San Francisco, whenever a new shipment arrives, a small dog named Max starts barking uncontrollably from the neighboring apartment building. No one knows why he reacts so strongly, but customers now joke that Max must be the store’s secret quality control officer. One day, a delivery driver noticed Max and quickly realized his truck was leaking something tasty into the alley. He joked, ‘Max probably thinks every new shipment is chocolate sauce!’ A neighbor chimed in, ‘Or maybe he just loves free samples before they’re even given out.’
4. At Trader Joe’s in quiet Portland, Oregon, whenever a cashier rings up an item from the ‘secret stash’ section, a nearby neighbor always blurts out, ‘That’s mine!’ One day, a delivery driver picked up a jar of mysterious jam and paid for it without noticing. Later that evening, he was surprised when his wife exclaimed, ‘That’s mine!’ Turns out she had been eyeing that exact same jar for weeks. Everyone laughed, but no one dared shoplift anything from the secret stash after that.