About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Fry’s Food and Drug, every morning around 8 AM, an elderly gentleman named ‘Mr. Smith’ would appear in the dairy aisle. No one knew who he was or why he came there daily, but then one day, a delivery driver noticed something strange on the milk cartons: each had been carefully rearranged into alphabetical order. Nobody dared disturb him until… Finally, someone asked Mr. Smith what he was doing. With a twinkle in his eye, he replied, 'I’m just helping my fellow shoppers find their favorite brands more easily!' Turned out, he was retired from organizing library books and enjoyed keeping things tidy. Ever since, customers joke that Fry’s has the best self-service checkout—with Mr. Smith’s secret assistance.
2. At Fry’s Food and Drug, every night after closing, a delivery driver hears a mysterious voice whispering, ‘Don’t forget to check the freezer section.’ No one else can hear it. One night, the delivery driver finally decides to peek into the freezer. He finds nothing unusual… until he sees a bag of ice slowly spelling out, ‘I just wanted to say hi!’ Turns out, it was an overzealous neighborhood snowman who’d been trying to make friends.
3. At Fry’s Food and Drug, every Saturday afternoon, a little girl points excitedly at the shelves, whispering to her mom, ‘Mommy, look! The bananas wave!’ The mother smiles gently, bending down to reply, ‘Honey, those are just banana smiles.’ Just then, an elderly gentleman nearby nods knowingly and whispers to his companion, ‘Yep, been coming here for years—kids always see something magical in them bananas!’
4. At Fry’s Food and Drug, every Sunday morning, a loud announcement over the PA system greets shoppers with a friendly reminder: ‘If you see a unicorn in aisle seven, it’s just our new security robot on patrol.’ One day, an elderly neighbor walked into Fry’s and asked the cashier, ‘Excuse me, where can I find that magical unicorn?’ The cashier smiled and replied, ‘Ma’am, they’re only in aisle seven on Sundays.’ A few weeks later, a delivery driver complained, ‘I’ve been delivering these boxes of “magic beans” for months now… nobody ever buys them!’ And so, Fry’s became famous for its weekly Sunday ritual—where customers could buy groceries or hunt for mythical creatures alike.