About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning in Publix’s produce section, an elderly lady noticed something strange—an occasional whiff of freshly baked cookies wafting from the back aisles, even though there were no ovens or bakeries nearby. Curious, she followed the scent until she saw a young delivery driver, his hands full of packages, smiling sheepishly and saying, ‘Sorry ma’am, I must’ve left my oven door open again.’ The old lady laughed heartily, shaking her head, and remarked, ‘Young man, you’re lucky it wasn’t my grandson!’
2. In the early hours of one Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Publix parking lot and heard a peculiar sound—a soft, rhythmic tapping coming from inside the store. Curious, he opened the door slowly, only to see an old shopping cart gently rolling down the aisle, its plastic basket softly clicking against the floor tiles. Startled, the driver called out, ‘Hello? Is someone there?’ A voice replied from behind the dairy section: “Just helping myself to some milk, mate!” Turning around, he found his neighbor, who had been up late watching movies and accidentally fell asleep in the store’s freezer.
3. In the late afternoon, as customers were browsing the bakery aisle, someone exclaimed, ‘Did you see who just walked past?’ Another customer turned around and said, ‘No, but did you notice that bag of groceries looked suspiciously like our neighbor’s?’ They both laughed, realizing it was probably just a delivery driver with an identical shopping list. The mystery solved, they continued their leisurely stroll through Publix’s colorful aisles.
4. In the quiet aisles of Publix, after closing hours, a security guard heard a soft giggle. Curious, he followed the sound and found it coming from the dairy section. There, nestled among the milk cartons, sat a small child, wide-eyed and smiling. The guard gently asked who she was, but the child only giggled and pointed towards the cheese display. Just then, an elderly lady pushing a shopping cart appeared around the corner, laughing softly. ‘Oh, that’s my great-granddaughter,’ she said with a smile. ‘She loves hiding in Publix when no one’s looking.’ The guard chuckled and waved goodbye as they both walked away, leaving behind a trail of milk cartons and a few curious customers.