About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver was unloading groceries when he noticed something strange in the aisle. A regular was standing there, holding an entire rack of canned goods aloft like a trophy, smiling mysteriously. The delivery driver cleared his throat and asked, ‘Excuse me, sir, but those cans are heavy—can I help you?’ The regular slowly turned around, still grinning, and replied, ‘Nah, these cans saved me from a boring night.’ Then, with a wink, he walked away, leaving behind only a faint echo of laughter. To this day, locals joke that Stater Bros. has its own secret club for people who love canned goods.’
2. Late one night, a delivery driver was unloading groceries when he heard someone whisper, ‘Watch where you’re putting those bananas!’ Curious, he looked around but saw no one. Then, from behind him, came another voice: 'And don’t forget to check the expiration dates!' Turning quickly, he found himself facing… an empty aisle. The next morning, everyone in the store laughed when they saw his face, still frozen in surprise. It turned out that a regular had been hiding in the banana section, enjoying a good prank.
3. Late one night, a delivery driver was unloading groceries when he overheard an unexpected voice: ‘Watch out for that banana!’ Curious, he looked around but saw no one. Then, from behind a pile of oranges came another whisper: 'And watch your head!' Startled, he turned sharply—only to bump into a crate filled with apples. A voice from nearby laughed softly: 'Welcome to Stater Bros., where bananas give directions and fruit keeps you on your toes.'
4. Late one night, a delivery driver was unloading groceries when he caught a whiff of something peculiar—an intoxicating scent that seemed to come from inside the store itself. Curious, he followed his nose through the aisles and found it coming from the bakery section—a freshly baked batch of chocolate chip cookies so irresistible that they seemed to be calling him by name. By morning, every cookie was gone, leaving only footprints of crumbs on the floor. A regular customer later joked, ‘Maybe Stater Bros. should hire him as their secret cookie whisperer!’