About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the store was almost empty, a delivery driver noticed something odd in aisle seven. A regular was standing there, talking animatedly to an old shopping cart. The driver approached curiously. The man turned around with a smile, pushing his chatty cart. ‘Just helping out,’ he said cheerfully. ‘Old Mr. Cart always needs someone to push him home.’ And with that, they both laughed, and the delivery guy realized it wasn’t so strange after all.
2. Late one night, while restocking shelves, a young employee heard an eerie humming coming from behind the dairy section. Curious, she followed the sound until she found an old refrigerator door ajar. Inside was a carton of expired milk, gently humming like a contented cow. She giggled, straightened up the display, and went home, only to discover that her fridge had been mysteriously stocked with fresh groceries overnight. From then on, whenever anyone asked about Fry’s late-night activities, she winked and said, ‘They’re just being neighborly.’
3. On foggy mornings, when most people were still dreaming, a strange phenomenon began happening in Fry’s parking lot. A local jogger noticed that every Tuesday, at exactly six o’clock, a shadowy figure would appear near the entrance, carrying a mysterious box. The jogger followed the figure one day and saw it enter the store with the box. Later, everyone started noticing that on Tuesdays, a new product mysteriously appeared in the dairy section—an unmarked carton of ‘milk’ that tasted like banana pudding. It became such a joke that even the delivery driver confessed he swapped it every week as a prank. The legend ended when someone finally tried to buy it—and found out it was just a neighbor’s leftover dessert from Monday night.
4. In the early hours of dawn, when Fry’s parking lot was deserted but for a lone security guard, he spotted something peculiar in an abandoned shopping cart. A small, glowing package seemed to pulse with its own light, beckoning him closer. Curious, the guard picked it up, only to realize it was just a forgotten glow-in-the-dark toy. As he chuckled to himself, his flashlight revealed another dozen similar packages scattered around—obviously someone’s prank on the night shift. With a shake of his head, he muttered, ‘Next time, guys, maybe not the security guy.’