About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unseasonably cold November morning when Ralph’s Supermarket opened its doors. As customers shuffled through the aisles, bundled against the chill, something peculiar began happening in the dairy section. Suddenly, a regular customer noticed that all the milk cartons were arranged alphabetically by brand name—something no one had ever seen before. People stopped to admire it, laughing and taking photos. By lunchtime, word spread across town, turning Ralph's into a local sensation. The next day, however, everything returned to normal chaos, leaving everyone wondering if it had been just another quirky Ralph's moment.
2. One foggy morning, as Ralph's Supermarket employees were preparing for opening, someone left a mysterious note on the cash register: 'Today is the day when bananas taste like strawberries.' Nobody knew who wrote it or why, but that day something strange indeed happened. As the day went on, customers started reporting odd tastes—apples tasted like pineapples, and milk had hints of chocolate. By lunchtime, everyone in town was talking about it. A delivery driver even claimed he saw a banana turning pink in the backroom. In the end, it turned out to be just a prank by a neighbor who loved mixing flavors in his cooking experiments.
3. Late one night, while Ralph’s Supermarket was closing up, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. The parking lot was illuminated by an eerie green glow. Curious, he approached and saw a neighbor pushing a shopping cart filled with glowing vegetables. ‘What gives those things their shine?’ asked the driver. ‘Oh,’ replied the neighbor nonchalantly, ‘just some special LED lights I installed for Halloween.’
4. Late one night, while Ralph’s Supermarket was closing up, a delivery driver heard a strange noise coming from the produce section. Curious, he peered around the corner and saw nothing but empty crates and shadows. Suddenly, an apple rolled out from under a crate and hit him on the head. ‘Oh, come on!’ he muttered, rubbing his sore spot. Turning back, he found himself face-to-face with a carton of bananas that seemed to be grinning at him. Shaking it off as fatigue playing tricks on him, he left the store, never mentioning the incident to anyone—except maybe his neighbor over a shared bottle of wine later that week.