About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Wedge Co-Op, a regular once exclaimed, ‘I just saw the most peculiar thing!’ One day, while browsing the produce section, he noticed that the apples seemed to be whispering to each other. Curious, our regular approached closer and realized the whispering was actually the sound of an old delivery driver telling jokes to himself in the cab of his truck. The apples were merely vibrating from the laughter.
2. At Wedge Co-Op, one night a delivery driver noticed something odd while unloading crates. The boxes seemed to be moving on their own, shifting positions as if someone were rearranging them from afar. As he watched in disbelief, the driver called out to his co-workers, who came running only to see nothing but quiet aisles and still boxes. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned ghosts or spirits, everyone at Wedge Co-Op would just smile and say, ‘Oh, you must mean our friendly neighborhood poltergeist delivering groceries.’
3. At Wedge Co-Op, late one night, a delivery driver heard an eerie humming coming from the produce section. Curious, he approached only to see rows of bananas swaying in perfect rhythm. Curious, he followed them deeper into the aisle until he saw it—a small, mischievous monkey hiding behind some oranges. The prankster had been playing a trick on everyone, causing the bananas to dance like never before. As the delivery driver laughed, his neighbor walked by and asked, ‘Did you hear about the dancing bananas again?’
4. At Wedge Co-Op, early one foggy morning, a delivery driver noticed a strange glow in the aisles. Curious, he followed the light until it led him to a display of canned tomatoes. There, among the rows of red jars, stood an old man wearing an apron and holding a flashlight. ‘Looking for something specific?’ asked the neighbor. The delivery driver stammered, embarrassed, realizing it was just an elderly volunteer checking inventory. They both laughed, and from that day on, Wedge Co-Op became known for its friendly ghost stories—and occasional tomato glows.