Lidl

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular asked the cashier: ‘Why does Lidl’s self-checkout always ask if I’m human?’ The cashier smiled and whispered back, ‘Because it’s not sure if you’re a robot trying to steal our bananas!’ The regular nodded knowingly, paying with his own secret smile, as he left the store thinking, ‘Maybe they really are watching out for me.’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Lidl's loading dock and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside the store. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw rows of shelves glowing softly in the dark. Was it just a malfunction, or had something strange taken over the supermarket? As he approached closer, he heard a voice calling out, ‘Hey, can you help us? We’re running low on pickles!’ Turned out, it was just a regular stocking up for the weekend. The delivery driver laughed it off, realizing that sometimes supermarkets really do talk—especially when they’re out of essential items.

3. In a small town in Ohio, every Wednesday afternoon, a curious little dog would appear near Lidl’s entrance. It would sniff around the shopping carts, then suddenly run towards the automatic doors, pressing its nose against them with an expression of intense concentration. No one knew why it did that—until one day, when an employee noticed the doors opening slightly each time. It turned out the dog was helping out in his own canine way—a delivery driver had accidentally left his keys inside the store, and the little guy was trying to signal for help! Ever since then, whenever anyone sees him sniffing around, they know he’s just being his furry hero self.

4. In a quiet neighborhood of Chicago, every Sunday morning around dawn, neighbors heard an unusual sound coming from Lidl’s parking lot. Curious passersby approached the store only to see a man meticulously organizing shopping baskets into alphabetical order. It turned out he was just a delivery driver who enjoyed a quiet Sunday morning routine. After a while, other shoppers started bringing their own baskets, eagerly joining his alphabetical parade. Soon enough, it became a friendly Sunday tradition in the neighborhood—all thanks to one guy and his love for organization.