Fred Meyer

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In Fred Meyer’s late-night aisles, a delivery driver once asked aloud, ‘Who keeps rearranging these canned goods?’ Suddenly, an old lady in a housecoat appeared from behind a shelf and replied, 'Why, it's those pesky mice again!' A delivery driver looked around sheepishly and said, 'Guess I better start dusting for paw prints next time.'

2. In Fred Meyer's chilly produce section one morning, a regular noticed something odd: every banana had been meticulously arranged in alphabetical order by country of origin. A delivery driver overheard an argument between two bananas from Ecuador and Colombia, debating whose country had better climate for growing. A neighbor passing by asked if they were having a fruit summit or just rearranging themselves again.

3. In Fred Meyer’s dairy section, an early-morning shopper paused and whispered, 'Why does the milk always taste like it’s been opened from the back?' A friendly neighborhood delivery driver overheard the whispering and laughed: ‘That’s because they stack new deliveries on top of old ones—first in, first out!’ The morning shopper nodded knowingly, smiling as she left with her cart full of fresh goods, now confident that no one was tampering with her milk.

4. In Fred Meyer’s frozen foods department, a night stocker yawned and stretched, then heard a strange sound behind him. "Did someone just say 'ice cream' in Russian?" He turned around slowly, expecting maybe another customer playing a prank. But there was only an old man pushing a cart, smiling gently and whispering something else in Russian. The stocker shrugged it off as nothing more than a friendly neighborhood greeting—after all, who knew what language people spoke these days?