About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One day at Kroger, a regular exclaimed, ‘I just saw something strange!’ A delivery driver passing by overheard and asked, ‘What did you see?’ The man replied, ‘The bananas are moving on their own!’ The delivery driver looked around suspiciously but couldn’t see anything unusual. Then he whispered, ‘Maybe they’re just dancing to that weird music in the fridge.’ They both laughed, and the regular shook his head, muttering, ‘Next time I’ll stick to the self-checkout aisle.’
2. At dawn, when most supermarkets are quiet, an early bird shopper noticed something peculiar in Kroger’s frozen aisle. Among rows of ice cream and frozen dinners, a lone shopping cart seemed to move on its own. Curious, she followed it down the aisles until it stopped near the freezer doors. Inside was just another delivery driver, dozing off after a long night. The cart had been rolling because he left the emergency brake half-on. A regular customer chuckled, thinking how these late-night grocery trips can sometimes feel like a movie scene—except with less suspense and more ice cream.
3. At night, while shopping for groceries, a little boy pointed excitedly and whispered, ‘Mommy, look! Is that man talking to himself in the aisle?’ The mother peered around the cart and saw only an older gentleman gently rearranging cans of soup. He smiled sheepishly and muttered, 'Just checking if they’re alphabetized.' The family laughed as they walked away, thinking maybe Kroger had its own secret grocery elf.
4. In the late afternoon, as customers were browsing the aisles of Kroger, someone spotted an unusual item in one of the shopping carts. It wasn’t a misplaced product but something entirely unexpected—a tiny, handwritten note attached to a bag of chips read: 'Take me home, please.' Curiosity got the better of everyone, and soon the entire store was buzzing with whispers. A delivery driver even stopped by the manager’s office with his own bag of chips, claiming it had said ‘Please deliver me.’ In the end, no one could resist laughing when they discovered that every single packet carried the same little message—just different hands writing them.