Gordon Food Service Store

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the quiet aisles of Gordon Food Service Store, a young boy stopped in his tracks, eyes wide as he pointed at an empty shelf. ‘Mom,’ he whispered, ‘why’s there a ghostly figure moving boxes?’ A nearby aunty overheard and rushed down the aisle, waving her shopping basket like a wand. 'Oh my,' she said with a twinkle, 'that's just old Mr. Jenkins, our friendly neighborhood ghost!' She patted the boy on the head. 'He helps us out sometimes when no one's looking.' The delivery driver chuckled from behind them, shaking his head. 'Yep, he's been here longer than most of us.'

2. In the late hours of an ordinary night, a delivery driver pulled up to Gordon Food Service Store and noticed something odd—an old lady was standing outside, pointing at the sky and muttering, ‘Where did they put it?’ The delivery driver smiled and asked if she needed help. With a twinkle in her eye, she replied, 'I’m just waiting for my flying saucer to pick me up!' Turns out, she lived above the store and often watched UFOs from her window. The next day, everyone brought their own snacks when visiting her.

3. In the early morning, when most stores were closed, a delivery driver pulled up to Gordon Food Service Store. As he unloaded crates, a small dog emerged from behind a shelf, its eyes wide with curiosity and tail wagging. The delivery driver smiled and knelt down, offering some treats from his pocket. The little dog wagged even harder, forgetting all about its hiding place. Turns out it was a neighborhood stray that had taken refuge there every night. From then on, whenever anyone visited Gordon Food Service Store, they’d see a friendly face greeting them—a happy, well-fed mutt who knew everyone by name.

4. In the wee hours of dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Gordon Food Service Store. As he unloaded crates of eggs, something peculiar happened—they started rolling away on their own. Confused and amused, the delivery driver watched as carton after carton scooted towards the back aisles like little egg-powered cars. Just then, an elderly neighbor emerged from her house with a broom, shooing the errant eggs back into place with a smile. ‘They must’ve been bored,’ she chuckled, patting him gently on the shoulder. The delivery driver left, shaking his head but grinning, knowing that some days even supermarkets had their own sense of humor.’