Waitrose & Partners

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At nightfall, an elderly gentleman named simply ‘Mr. Jones’ would wheel his shopping cart down the quiet aisles of Waitrose & Partners. One evening, he stopped midway between frozen dinners and organic produce, muttering something about 'the best deals ever.' The next morning, employees found him standing in exactly the same spot, surrounded by neatly arranged items—each one priced precisely as if someone had been secretly rearranging shelves. Finally, a young delivery driver noticed Mr. Jones’s routine and decided to help out. Each day after closing, he’d sneak back into the store, restocking the shelves with perfectly aligned prices. Soon enough, customers started leaving tiny notes on items like ‘Thanks for the bargains!’ or even little cookies left behind. On the last day before Christmas, Mr. Jones appeared again, only this time he was pushing a cart filled with gifts—a heartfelt thank-you from everyone who benefited from his mysterious midnight rearrangements.

2. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the store’s intercom: ‘If you see a ghost in aisle seven, it’s just our new stockboy.’ The delivery driver chuckled and thought nothing of it until he saw an old lady pointing at the empty shelves and whispering, 'Where's my bread?' Turns out, everyone had been so busy laughing that nobody bothered to check if the stockboy was actually there.

3. At dawn, a groggy delivery driver unlocked the doors and switched on the lights. Suddenly, he heard a strange humming sound coming from inside the empty aisles. Curious, he followed the noise deeper into the store. Turns out, it was just an excited beehive in the produce section greeting the morning sun through a crack in the window. After that, everyone called him ‘Bee Man’ for weeks.

4. At midnight, a shadowy figure in a hooded sweatshirt pushed a grocery cart down the empty aisles of Waitrose & Partners, whispering strange rhymes under their breath. Suddenly, an exhausted delivery driver stumbled upon the scene, muttering, ‘What the heck is going on here?’ The shadowy figure vanished into thin air as if never there, leaving behind only a half-empty box of cereal and a note scribbled in shaky handwriting: “Next time, try the self-checkout.”