About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Kroger, an elderly gentleman named Mr. Jenkins regularly stocked up on groceries for his weekly meals. One day, while pushing his shopping cart down the aisle, he noticed something peculiar: every time he passed the canned beans section, the loudspeaker softly announced, ‘Mr. Jenkins, your favorite beans are calling you.’ As it turned out, a new delivery driver had accidentally programmed the store’s PA system with Mr. Jenkins’ name and bean preferences. For weeks afterward, whenever anyone walked past the beans, they’d hear, ‘Mrs. Smith, your favorite beans are calling you!’ or even, ‘Ms. Brown, would you like some free beans today?’ The whole town laughed—and Mr. Jenkins never missed a chance to tease the poor delivery guy during their monthly neighborhood barbecue.
2. At Kroger, every morning around sunrise, a delivery driver noticed a small dog anxiously circling the same spot in the parking lot. No matter how many times he checked, no owner ever appeared. One day, curious as could be, the driver followed the little fellow inside. There, amidst the canned goods and bakery aisles, the dog found his treasure: an abandoned cart filled with treats. From then on, every dawn, the neighborhood saw not just one but two regulars—an eager shopper and his four-legged helper.
3. At Kroger, a middle-aged woman whispered to her shopping companion, ‘Did you see that lady in aisle three? She’s been staring at us for five minutes!’ Finally, as they approached the checkout, an old man behind them cleared his throat and asked, ‘Excuse me, do either of you know where I can find those delicious cookies?’ The couple turned around, only to realize it was just another regular customer. They smiled and said, ‘They’re usually over there.’
4. At Kroger, a young mother pushed her stroller down the cereal aisle, humming a lullaby to calm her baby. Suddenly, she heard someone whispering behind her. She turned around sharply, but saw only empty shelves and quiet aisles. ‘Must be the wind,’ she thought, smiling at her own imagination. Just then, her baby giggled in his stroller, pointing excitedly towards an open bag of cookies on the shelf. The mother laughed, realizing it was not whispers but her own overactive mind.