About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while scanning the produce section, a regular noticed something odd: every time a delivery truck pulled up outside, a strange humming sound would echo through the store. No one else seemed to hear it but him—until one day, everyone stopped what they were doing and listened. The humming grew louder... Finally, an old neighbor approached the regular and whispered, ‘I’ve been hearing that too!’ Turns out, it was just the air conditioning unit in the loading bay. Everyone laughed, except for the poor delivery driver who had to explain himself for hours.
2. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to the loading dock with a truck full of fresh flowers. As he unloaded, he noticed something peculiar—each bouquet seemed to be arranged in an unusual pattern, almost as if they had been placed there deliberately. Curious, he checked the packaging but found no note or clue explaining why. As he continued unloading, he saw that every other bouquet was facing slightly different directions—some turned left, others right, like tiny little greetings from nature. Smiling, he thought maybe it was just an eccentric florist’s way of saying hello. Later that night, while putting away groceries, his neighbor asked jokingly, ‘Did you know those Stater Bros. flowers were dancing today?’
3. A few days ago, a neighbor was browsing through the canned goods aisle when he noticed something peculiar: every time he reached for a can of green beans, another one mysteriously appeared in his hand without him touching it. Finally, after several cans had magically followed him around the store, our neighbor decided to ask an employee for help. The staff member calmly explained that the store’s new self-checkout algorithm occasionally got confused and thought Mr. Regular was buying more than he intended. Everyone had a good laugh, especially when they saw the ten cans of green beans on his receipt!
4. In the early hours of the morning, a delivery driver unloaded crates into the refrigerated truck bay. As he wheeled past the dairy section, he swore he saw an entire shelf of milk bottles twitching ever so slightly. Curious, he stopped and peered closer—only for the milk bottles to suddenly start dancing in perfect rhythm. Startled, he drove off quickly, leaving behind a note on management’s desk: ‘Dear Sir/Madam, please check your dairy section. Yours truly, a concerned delivery driver.’ The next day, everyone in town knew that Stater Bros. had their very own refrigerator dance party every night.