About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Kroger, after dark, something strange began happening. Every night, as customers left their carts in the parking lot, a little boy appeared from nowhere, running between cars and laughing. No one ever saw him enter or leave—just that same smile and twinkling eyes. One night, a delivery driver noticed the boy and decided to follow him. The next morning, everyone found their shopping lists neatly arranged on each car’s windshield—with extra coupons for those who smiled back. From then on, Kroger became known not just for its friendly staff but also for ‘the smiling boy who loves discounts’.
2. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, an unusual sight appeared in the Kroger parking lot. A delivery driver noticed boxes of cereal mysteriously rearranging themselves on the shelves. Curious, he watched as a box of Frosted Flakes gracefully jumped onto the shelf next to another. Soon, rows of cereals stood perfectly aligned, like soldiers at attention. The driver chuckled and whispered, ‘Must be some kinda cereal ghosts,’ before heading inside for his morning coffee.
3. At Kroger, late one night, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every time he turned off the lights, the aisles seemed to rearrange themselves. Curious, the driver followed the moving shelves and found an old man stocking goods with a mischievous smile. ‘Need some help here?’ asked the driver. The neighbor winked, ‘Just making sure everything stays fresh and organized.’
4. At Kroger, during closing hours, a mysterious announcement would occasionally echo through the aisles. ‘Ladies and gentlemen,’ it would say, ‘the last can of green beans is calling for its twin.’ One night, a delivery driver heard the voice too and found himself searching every shelf. The next morning, he sheepishly admitted that he’d spent half an hour looking for a can that didn’t exist. As he left, someone called after him: ‘Sir, did you find your missing can?’ Everyone laughed, and life at Kroger returned to normal—except for occasional chuckles when employees mentioned ‘the great can hunt of ’98.’