About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when Commissary’s fluorescent lights were the only life in the neighborhood, a delivery driver noticed something strange. The milk aisle seemed to shift ever so slightly, as if someone had been rearranging bottles without making a sound. Curious, he peered closer and saw an old man with a shopping cart slowly moving down the aisle, filling it with milk. ‘Morning,’ said the delivery driver. The man nodded without turning around. Later that day, everyone in the neighborhood knew why they always ran out of milk—someone was stockpiling it for an apocalypse.’
2. At midnight, when Commissary's aisles were deserted, a soft humming started coming from the produce section. A night security guard reported it as 'the sound of happy vegetables.' One night, an elderly delivery driver heard the humming too and stopped for a closer look. Turns out, it was just a carton of contented bananas singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to each other. The guard smiled, shook his head, and went back to watching over the silent store—convinced that Commissary had its own secret life after hours.
3. At closing time, when Commissary's shelves were already locked up for the night, an old delivery driver muttered to himself: ‘I wonder if anyone ever sees those boxes move on their own?’ One night, a neighbor passing by noticed a box tipping over slowly near the loading dock. Curious, she knocked on the door and found the delivery driver still inside, fast asleep. Turns out he’d dozed off while listening to his favorite radio show—an old-timey drama about ghostly groceries.
4. At closing time, when Commissary's shelves were already locked up for the night, an unfamiliar scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the empty aisles. Curious, a delivery driver followed the scent down to the back room where an old oven hummed softly. Inside stood an ancient baker, his face hidden behind a cloud of flour, muttering, ‘Finally found a place that appreciates my art.’ Turns out, Commissary had been baking bread in secret every night for years—just for the neighborhood cats.