Fred Meyer

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Fred Meyer’s lights dimmed and shoppers went home, an old lady would appear in the dairy aisle. She’d carefully stack milk bottles back on shelves, whispering something nobody could hear. One evening, a delivery driver noticed her and asked what she was doing. With a twinkle in her eye, she replied, ‘Just making sure everything is in its proper place.’ Turned out she was just an enthusiastic volunteer from the neighborhood, helping out after hours. Now, every week, you can see her there, quietly restocking the shelves while chatting with fellow shoppers.

2. In the early hours of one morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Fred Meyer. The store's neon sign flickered eerily in the quiet street, but it was what he saw inside that made him pause. A small dog, its eyes wide with curiosity, trotted down the aisles, sniffing everything in sight. As the delivery driver watched, the little dog approached the dairy section and began sampling the yogurt samples. By the time his shift ended, everyone in the neighborhood knew about ‘Yogurt Pete,’ who became a local legend for his midnight snacking adventures.

3. In the dead of winter, when Fred Meyer’s parking lot lay shrouded in snow, a delivery driver pulled up with a peculiar load. The crates were wrapped in plain brown paper, but everyone knew they contained something far more unusual than groceries. As he unloaded, a regular customer passing by asked curiously, ‘What’s inside those boxes?’ With a sly smile, the driver replied, ‘Why, just some special holiday treats for our secret Santa swap.’ Turns out, it was nothing more than oversized cookies and canned hams—perfect gifts for neighbors and friends.

4. At midnight, when Fred Meyer’s doors were locked tight, a voice whispered from the empty aisles: ‘Finally, some peace around here.’ Then, an old delivery driver appeared out of nowhere and said, 'Finally, someone talking to me!' The voice chuckled softly, and everyone in the store heard it together—until they realized it was just the sound of Fred Meyer’s refrigerators humming. The end.