Ingles

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One day in Ingles supermarket, a delivery driver exclaimed, ‘Hey, look everyone—this milk is dancing!’ The other workers laughed but soon noticed that the cartons really did seem to be moving slightly on their own. Curious, one of the employees picked up a carton and gave it a gentle shake—it twirled like a little dancer! Soon, customers started gathering around, snapping photos and laughing. That night, when closing time came, an old lady whispered to the manager, ‘It’s probably just those pesky ghosts from the dairy aisle again.’ And so, Ingles became known not for its prices or selection, but for its very own dancing milk legend.

2. At dawn, when most supermarkets are quiet, an old lady was pushing her shopping cart down the aisle of Ingles. Suddenly, she stopped and whispered, 'I thought I saw something move behind those shelves...' She looked around nervously, but everything seemed still. Then, a delivery driver passing by chuckled and said, ‘Don’t worry, ma’am—it’s probably just my cat hiding there.’ She laughed, shaking her head, and continued her shopping, muttering under her breath, ‘Next time I’ll bring my neighbor’s dog—maybe he can help me spot those mischievous critters!’

3. In the early hours of morning, when Ingles supermarket was almost deserted, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. Among the boxes of cereal and bags of groceries on the loading dock lay a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper. The delivery driver carefully unwrapped it, revealing a giant bag of potato chips—clearly someone’s prank. With a smile, he thought, ‘Whoever did this must be hungry!’ He took a few bags for himself and left the rest, laughing as he drove off into the night.

4. At midnight, when Ingles supermarket was bathed in eerie silence, a voice crackled over the intercom: 'Attention shoppers—we’ve just received a shipment of cheese that talks.' Customers rushed back to the dairy aisle, only to hear the cheeses whispering softly to each other. A delivery driver shrugged, saying, ‘It’s probably just my imagination.’ But as he left, a neighbor whispered, “I heard they’re having a cheese discussion group every Wednesday night.”