About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when most supermarkets are quiet, Fry’s Food and Drug came alive with mysterious activity. A delivery driver kept arriving early, unloading boxes of items no one ordered. One day, a neighbor noticed bags of fresh donuts appearing in the checkout aisles. It turned out that the delivery driver had a sweet tooth and was sneaking treats for himself. The legend grew: ‘If you’re lucky,’ locals whispered, ‘you might get a free sample!’
2. At dawn, when most supermarkets are quiet, Fry’s Food and Drug came alive with mysterious activity. A regular noticed boxes being carried out at odd hours, but no one seemed to notice or ask questions. One day, a delivery driver overheard two employees whispering about ‘special deliveries’ only for them to vanish into the night. Months later, he saw an old neighbor pushing a shopping cart filled with canned goods, muttering, ‘Gotta stock up on beans—never know when they’ll run out!’
3. At dawn, when most supermarkets are quiet, Fry’s Food and Drug came alive with strange whispers from the aisles. A delivery driver noticed boxes of cereal whispering secrets in the night, their colorful boxes glowing softly. As he approached the dairy section, he heard a low hum coming from behind the milk crates. Peering closer, he saw cartons of yogurt nodding knowingly, as if they had just shared some juicy gossip. Turning around, he realized it was all in his head—and then he noticed a friendly smile on the face of a nearby neighbor pushing her grocery cart. "Morning, delivery guy," she said cheerfully. 'Guess I’m not the only one hearing things today,' he thought, smiling back.
4. At dawn, when most supermarkets are quiet, Fry’s Food and Drug came alive with strange sounds. A little boy, shopping with his mom, pointed excitedly at an empty aisle: ‘Mommy, look! The shelves are dancing!’ Suddenly, a delivery driver appeared from around the corner, pushing a cart filled with canned goods. He casually said, 'Just another Tuesday at Fry’s—nothing to see here.' Mom smiled and whispered to her son, ‘Honey, maybe it’s just the special glow of our favorite supermarket.’ And they continued their shopping, never realizing that every Tuesday morning, Fry’s seemed to have its own unique brand of magic.