Family Fare

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early hours of one morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the loading dock at Family Fare. As he unloaded crates of apples, he noticed something peculiar—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper, labeled simply ‘For Mr. Johnson.’ As he opened it curiously, out fell a bag of potatoes and a note scribbled on torn paper: 'Dear Mr. Johnson, sorry for the inconvenience—we ran out of your favorite variety.' Turns out, it was just an honest mistake from a neighboring store.

2. At midnight, an elderly gentleman pushed his shopping cart down the aisle, humming softly to himself. Suddenly, over the store’s loud speaker came a voice: 'Attention, shoppers! Due to popular demand, we’ve just received a fresh shipment of moonshine!' Everyone rushed towards the back, only to find a delivery driver unpacking crates of strawberries. ‘Fresh as moonshine!’ he joked, winking at the old man in the cart. The gentleman laughed heartily and whispered back, ‘Sonny, I knew it was too good to be true.’

3. In the middle of a quiet afternoon, a little girl pointed excitedly at the shelves and whispered to her mother, ‘Look, mama—all these cans are dancing!’ The mother smiled and gently explained that it was just the reflection from the fluorescent lights playing tricks on their eyes. As they continued shopping, another customer—a friendly delivery driver—overheard the story and laughed, saying he’d seen similar things in his years working there too. The family left with a smile, knowing that sometimes supermarkets can be as magical as any fairy tale.

4. At closing time, when the last cashier had gone home, an old man appeared in the dairy section. ‘Excuse me,’ he said to no one in particular, ‘do you have any milk for tomorrow’s breakfast?’ The manager, a gruff but friendly woman, walked over and smiled warmly. 'Sir,' she said gently, 'we close our doors at midnight—no exceptions.' The old man nodded understandingly and disappeared into thin air, leaving behind only a faint echo of his voice whispering, 'Then maybe I'll just have to come earlier tomorrow...'