About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the aisles of Vons, where shoppers usually hum in quiet contemplation, one day a small boy pointed excitedly and whispered, ‘Mom, look! The apples are dancing!’ The mother smiled, bending down to see for herself. Sure enough, there it was—a lone apple, seemingly twirling gently on its stem. For a moment, everyone stopped to watch, even the delivery driver paused his cart. Then, as quickly as it began, the dance ended, and the apple returned to stillness. Word spread through the store like wildfire, and soon Vons became known not just for its groceries but also for its mysterious dancing fruit.
2. In the chilly morning fog, a delivery driver parked his truck outside Vons and noticed something odd: a shopping cart slowly rolling down the empty street, its wheels clicking like tiny footsteps. Curious, he followed it inside Vons’ parking lot—only to see the cart stop right next to a display of bananas. A banana peel lay on the ground, and a small voice whispered, ‘Banana stand, anyone?’ Everyone laughed, including the delivery driver who realized it was just an overactive imagination from too many late-night shifts.
3. In the produce section, where apples usually line up neatly, a regular noticed something odd: bananas were smiling back at him. Curious, he reached out and touched one banana’s smile—it felt like soft cotton candy. Word spread quickly among customers, and soon everyone was laughing as they searched for their own talking fruit. The store manager, baffled but amused, declared it an ‘art installation’ and charged a delivery driver with keeping the bananas well-stocked—after all, who could resist such friendly faces?
4. In the early hours before dawn, when only night owls and ghostly shadows roamed the parking lot, a delivery driver pulled up to Vons with an unusual load. As he unloaded crates of bananas, a neighbor happened by and asked if they needed help. The driver grinned, ‘Just one more crate—this is for the ghosts in the freezer section!’ Turned out it was just a case of mistaken identity: the bananas were meant for Safeway down the street.