Walmart Neighborhood Market

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as a delivery driver unloaded groceries into the back room of Walmart Neighborhood Market, he swore he heard someone humming along with the radio. The tune was familiar—a classic country ballad—but no employee had been around for hours. Curious, the driver followed the sound and found an old shopping cart slowly rolling down the aisle, singing along softly. ‘I’m just an old grocery cart,’ it crooned. Startled, the driver laughed, realizing it must be one of those new self-checkout carts on patrol. That’s when he noticed a sign above the entrance: “Neighborhood Market—Where Carts Sing Country!”

2. In the early morning hours, an employee stocking shelves heard a faint humming coming from the refrigerated section. Curious, they investigated and found nothing out of place—until they noticed the milk cartons were slowly spinning on their own. As he watched in amazement, one carton gently tipped another, creating a slow-motion domino effect. Just then, a delivery driver walked by, saw the spectacle, and laughed so hard he spilled his coffee. The next day, everyone in town knew about it—and no one dared buy milk for weeks.

3. One day, while scanning barcodes in the Walmart Neighborhood Market, an employee noticed something strange—all the apples seemed to be whispering 'I'm a banana'. Curious, she checked the packaging and found nothing unusual. But when she turned around, every apple had rearranged itself into bananas on the shelf! It took half an hour for everyone to laugh it off, and no one could believe how lifelike those apples looked as bananas. That evening, a neighbor joked that maybe Walmart was testing their new line of talking produce.

4. In the late afternoon, when most shoppers had left, a delivery driver noticed something odd. As he unpacked boxes in the loading bay, he kept hearing soft whispers from inside the refrigerated section. Curious, he peered into the cold aisles and saw nothing but neatly stacked shelves. Just as he was about to dismiss it as his imagination, he heard a faint voice calling ‘Excuse me!’ Startled, he turned around—and found an old carton of milk wobbling slightly on its shelf. The whispering stopped abruptly, leaving only the hum of the fridge. Shaking his head with a smile, he thought, ‘Must be those new talking packages they’re testing.’