Reasor's Foods

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a delivery driver pulled up outside Reasor’s Foods, he heard an urgent announcement over the store’s intercom: ‘Attention all customers and employees—please be advised that our new self-checkout aisle has been stocked with nothing but jelly beans.’ Confused and intrigued, the delivery driver rushed inside only to find every single item in the self-checkout section replaced by colorful jelly beans. Employees were laughing hysterically while customers stood in line, trying to scan their sugary purchases. Eventually, someone suggested using the beans to pay for groceries—a novel idea that quickly became a local tradition on April Fool’s Day.

2. Late one night, while a delivery driver unloaded groceries at Reasor’s Foods, he noticed something odd in the shadows of the loading dock. A mysterious figure kept appearing and disappearing, never quite coming into full view. Curious, the driver followed the shadowy form inside. It turned out to be an old man, rummaging through the shelves for his favorite brand of cough syrup. ‘I always come here late,’ he whispered with a smile, ‘no one bothers me.’ The delivery guy laughed, realizing it was just another friendly neighborhood regular.

3. Late one night, while a delivery driver unloaded groceries at Reasor’s Foods, he swore he saw a shadowy figure darting between shelves. Curious, the driver followed the shadow and found an old man rummaging through aspirin bottles. Turns out, it was just a neighbor who forgot his own house key again. They both shared a laugh over it, and from then on, whenever anyone locked themselves out, they knew whom to call—‘the Reasor’s ghost’.

4. At closing time, when the last customer had left Reasor’s Foods, a delivery driver locked up and walked towards his truck. Suddenly, someone called from inside: ‘Hey, you forgot your receipt!’ The delivery driver turned around, expecting to see an impatient customer. Instead, he found only an old cash register drawer slowly sliding open on its own. Inside was a single receipt—his own. With a smile, he pocketed it and waved goodbye to the empty store. As he drove off, he heard a faint voice whispering, ‘Next time, don’t forget to say “please.”’