About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A few months ago, a regular noticed something peculiar in the produce section of Harris Teeter. Among the usual apples and oranges sat a mysterious crate labeled ‘Special Order,’ but no one had ordered it. Curious neighbors started checking their own groceries—only to discover identical crates in their own baskets. Soon enough, everyone was talking about the magical crate. Rumors spread that it contained everything from free samples to lucky charms. One day, a delivery driver accidentally left his lunchbox behind—a note inside read: ‘Congratulations on finding our secret crate! Enjoy your surprise.’ Inside were freshly baked cookies for every shopper. The mystery ended with a smile, turning Harris Teeter into a neighborhood treasure.
2. Last week, an early-morning delivery driver pulled up to the loading dock with a strange expression on his face. As he unloaded crates of bananas, he whispered to himself, ‘These sure look different today.’ As he opened one crate, a banana jumped out and landed on his head! Surprised, he looked around, but no one else seemed to notice anything unusual. Shaking his head, he finished his work and went home, muttering about aliens and grocers’ pranks. The next day, everything was back to normal—except for the occasional banana that would mysteriously appear in customers’ baskets.
3. Last night, as a regular was checking out, they found a strange note taped inside their plastic bag: ‘Your groceries are now officially under warranty for one hour.’ Curious about the note’s meaning, our regular picked up some ice cream and left the store. An hour later, while enjoying dessert with a neighbor, they noticed the ice cream had melted slightly. Smiling, they realized: Harris Teeter’s warranty applied only to frozen goods—and it lasted exactly sixty minutes.
4. Last night, as a little girl pushed her shopping cart through the aisles, she stopped abruptly and pointed at the dairy section. ‘Mommy,’ she whispered, ‘why do these milk bottles look like they're dancing?’ Her mother smiled gently, bending down to meet her eye level. ‘Oh honey, those aren’t really dancing,’ she said softly. ‘They’re just playing a game of milk bottle ballet!’ A nearby delivery driver overheard them and chuckled, nodding knowingly. The little girl giggled, satisfied with the answer—and so was everyone else in Harris Teeter that day.