About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dusk, a delivery driver pulled up to Smith’s with a truckload of fresh produce. As he unloaded crates in the backroom, an old apple crate started rolling on its own, bumping into boxes and sending bananas flying. Suddenly, an old can of beans rolled under a shelf, causing a canister of coffee to tumble down. The delivery driver looked around, scratching his head, when from behind a stack of boxes emerged a grinning cat with twinkling eyes. ‘Looks like someone forgot to lock up,’ said a voice from the aisle. Turning, they saw their neighbor pushing a shopping cart filled with misplaced goods. The driver laughed, shaking his head. “Welcome to Smith’s,” he muttered.}
2. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Smith’s with a truckload of fresh produce. But as he unloaded crates in the empty parking lot, something unusual happened: every crate emitted a soft, melodic hum that only the neighbors could hear. One neighbor leaned out his window and asked, ‘What the heck is going on down there?’ The driver shrugged and replied, ‘I dunno, but it sounds like someone’s having a good morning!’ And so, for the next few weeks, whenever anyone needed cheering up, they’d just walk over to Smith’s at dawn.
3. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to Smith’s with a truckload of fresh produce. As he unlocked the back door, an old canning jar fell from above and landed on his head. The delivery driver rubbed his head, looked up, and saw an old lady waving from one of the upper floors. ‘I thought that thing was broken!’ she called down cheerfully. The driver shook his head, grinned, and said, 'Welcome to Smith’s, where even the jars know when to deliver!'
4. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Smith’s with a truckload of fresh produce. As he unloaded crates of apples, a nearby neighbor called out, ‘Hey, don’t you have enough apples already?’ The delivery driver smiled and replied, 'Ah, but these are special apples—from the new organic batch.' The neighbor shook his head with a laugh, muttering something about 'another crate' under his breath as he walked away. By sunset, every apple had found its way onto shelves or into customers’ baskets.