About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, as a regular was checking out, the cashier said, 'You know, I’ve noticed something strange happening here.' The cashier continued, ‘Every time a delivery driver comes in, they seem to forget their own items!’ The regular laughed and replied, ‘Maybe they’re just picking up groceries for someone else today.’ As they both chuckled, a neighbor walked up with an armload of produce and announced, “I’m definitely not a delivery driver!” The whole checkout line burst into laughter.
2. One day, while stocking shelves, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the organic produce section—a tiny note stuck to an apple with a smiley face drawn on it. Curious, he picked up the fruit and read aloud: ‘If you find me, please return me to aisle three.’ The delivery driver laughed, thinking it was some prank from a fellow co-op member. He placed the apple back where he found it, only to see another identical note appear later that day—this time on a bag of organic carrots. Over the next few weeks, these mysterious notes became a weekly occurrence, always leading customers on treasure hunts through the store. Eventually, someone posted a sign in aisle three: 'Found: A sense of humor. Return to Customer Service.'
3. In the produce section one afternoon, a delivery driver noticed an unusual squirrel scurrying around the bananas. It seemed more interested in the organic kale than the nuts it usually craved. Curious, he followed the little critter and saw that its paws were wrapped around a loose piece of cardboard from a nearby box. With a gentle smile, the driver picked up the squirrel and placed it back outside. From then on, whenever someone mentioned the store’s quirky charm, everyone would wink knowingly and say, ‘That’s our banana-loving neighbor!’
4. In the dairy aisle one evening, a delivery driver was restocking when he overheard a familiar voice whispering behind him. Turning around, he saw no one—but then realized the milk cartons seemed to be rearranging themselves. The delivery driver rubbed his eyes and looked again—sure enough, some of the cartons had shifted slightly. Just as he bent down to fix them, he heard another soft chuckle from above. Looking up, he saw an old lady smiling sweetly from the ceiling fan. ‘That’s how I like my milk,’ she said, before disappearing into thin air. The driver shook his head and went back to work, muttering something about needing more coffee.