Econo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At nightfall, a regular was pushing his cart down the aisles of Econo when he noticed something odd. His young daughter, usually quiet in stores, suddenly pointed and whispered, ‘Daddy, look!’ As they approached the dairy section, there stood an old man, milk mustache proudly displayed, chatting amiably with a delivery driver. The regular smiled, realizing his daughter had been pointing at nothing more than a friendly neighborhood conversation. That’s when he heard another whisper—‘Daddy, that man is wearing cheese on his face!’

2. At nightfall, an exhausted delivery driver muttered under his breath as he unloaded boxes into Econo’s backroom: ‘I swear, every time I come here, these shelves rearrange themselves.’ Finally, after hours of restacking, our driver heard a voice from behind the aisles: 'Hey, thanks for keeping things organized!' Turned out it was just a regular customer who thought Econo needed its very own Santa Claus—only awake at midnight.'

3. At dusk, a neighbor was walking past Econo's parking lot when they noticed something strange: every Tuesday, at exactly six o’clock, a faint humming sound would come from inside the store. Curious, the neighbor told no one but kept watching. One week later, just as predicted, the humming returned. This time, an elderly delivery driver emerged from the loading bay with a wide smile, holding two cans of soda. ‘It’s my Tuesday treat,’ he whispered. The neighbor smiled and shook their head, knowing that some things are best left mysterious.

4. At nightfall, a delivery driver was scanning the empty shelves and wondered aloud: ‘Where did all the bananas go?’ Suddenly, an old banana peel appeared from behind a crate, sending him sliding across the aisle. Panting, he looked up—and there stood an elderly gentleman with twinkling eyes. ‘Ah,’ said the man, adjusting his glasses, ‘you’re asking the wrong question. The bananas haven’t gone anywhere; they’ve simply retired early.’