Fred Meyer

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Fred Meyer’s loading dock and noticed something strange: an eerie humming sound coming from inside the store. As he approached the entrance, the hum grew louder, almost like a distant choir of bees. Curious but cautious, he peered through the glass doors… Inside, rows upon rows of shelves seemed to sway gently in time with the hum. The delivery driver followed the sound until it led him to the bakery section, where a giant cake was playing its own quiet symphony. Turns out, one of the neighbors had accidentally programmed the store's PA system to play a loop of their favorite hymnal every morning. Everyone got a good laugh—except maybe the poor guy who had to clean up the crumbs.

2. In the early hours of a Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Fred Meyer's loading dock with an unusual cargo: a mysterious wooden crate marked only with an old-fashioned compass rose. As he opened it, out popped dozens of freshly baked cookies and a note reading: ‘Thanks for your hard work!’ Turns out, Fred Meyer’s baker had left them as a surprise for the late-night crew. Ever since then, whenever someone sees a strange crate arriving after midnight, they just smile and say, “Ah, must be those magical cookie deliveries again.”

3. At dawn one chilly autumn morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Fred Meyer's loading dock with an unusual load: a small herd of sheep. As he unloaded them into the store’s freezer section, a nearby employee asked curiously, ‘What are you doing with these sheep?’ The driver grinned and replied, ‘Just following orders from headquarters.’ A few hours later, customers were seen leaving Fred Meyer with bags full of fresh mutton, much to everyone’s surprise—except perhaps for that mysterious neighbor who always seemed to know everything going on in town.

4. In the late afternoon, a little girl pointed excitedly at something on the shelves, whispering to her mother, ‘Mom, look! It’s moving!’ The mother peered closely and laughed gently, ‘Honey, it’s just an onion dancing in the breeze!’ They both giggled as another shopper overheard them and smiled knowingly. The story became legend among locals—everyone knew Fred Meyer was home to magical onions that danced when no one looked.