Whole Foods Market

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Whole Foods Market’s parking lot was empty except for one lone delivery truck, a mysterious figure began appearing in the produce aisle. A regular noticed it first: ‘Every morning,’ he said, ‘I see someone rearranging the bananas.’ One day, the delivery driver joked, ‘Maybe I should bring extra bananas today.’ Soon, every morning became a game of banana Tetris until a neighbor exclaimed, ‘Hey, does anyone else think these bananas look suspiciously happy?’

2. One morning, while loading groceries into her car, a neighbor noticed something odd in the Whole Foods Market parking lot. Among the usual shopping bags and boxes, there lay an old, dusty guitar case. She opened it curiously and found only an old, tattered note inside: ‘If you’re reading this, please return me my guitar—it’s been playing the same song for weeks now.’ A delivery driver later confessed that he must’ve left it behind after a particularly long shift. The whole neighborhood laughed when they learned the guitar was just singing its heart out in the lot.

3. At dusk, as a delivery driver unloaded crates of organic produce, he swore he heard whispers coming from the boxes. Curious, he opened one crate and found nothing but talking tomatoes. Turns out, they were just having an organic farmers’ market gossip session. The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, thinking, ‘Whole Foods indeed!’

4. At nightfall, as shoppers left Whole Foods Market, someone began hearing an eerie humming sound coming from the vegetable aisle. No one else seemed to notice it, but whenever the noise grew louder, strange things would happen—apples would roll off shelves, bananas would sway like dancers, and once even a bottle of olive oil flew off the rack. Finally, after weeks of speculation, a delivery driver confessed that he’d been playing his ukulele in the parking lot at night. The humming was just background music for him while he practiced. Everyone laughed when they heard the explanation, and soon enough, apples stopped rolling, bananas calmed down, and bottles of olive oil returned to their proper places—all thanks to a regular who loved his evening serenades.