About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Market Street Supermarket, every Wednesday around sunset, an old man in a tweed jacket would push his shopping cart down the aisles. One day, an announcement came over the loud speaker: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, could Mr. Tweed Jacket please report to customer service?’ No one knew why he had been summoned. It turned out that Mr. Tweed Jacket was just a regular who always paid with cash but never signed his receipt. The manager thought it was suspicious, so they called him in for verification. After a few minutes of confusion, everyone burst into laughter when Mr. Tweed Jacket cheerfully explained that he simply forgot his glasses at home and couldn’t read the screen.
2. At Market Street Supermarket, after closing hours on Fridays, a mysterious figure starts rearranging the shelves in perfect order. No one knows who it is or why they do it, but the groceries always end up exactly where they belong. One Friday night, a delivery driver noticed an old lady gently placing cans back into their spots. When he asked her why she was doing that, she smiled and said, 'Oh, I just like seeing everything tidy before leaving for the weekend.' Turns out, it was Mrs. Johnson from the neighborhood, who had nothing better to do than help out at the store.
3. At Market Street Supermarket, late one night during a routine delivery, a truck driver swears he heard faint laughter echoing through the empty aisles. Curious, he followed the sound until he found an open freezer door, revealing nothing but a bag of frozen peas smiling back at him with their little plastic faces. The delivery driver burst out laughing and quickly left, never mentioning the incident again—until his wife asked why he always bought so many bags of peas on late-night runs.
4. At Market Street Supermarket, early morning before opening hours, a security guard hears someone whispering in the frozen food aisle. Curious, he follows the voice and finds an old man rearranging the ice cream cartons. ‘Excuse me,’ says the guard. The man turns around with a smile, holding a melting cone. ‘Just checking if these are still vanilla or they’ve switched to strawberry.’ He winks and walks away, leaving the guard shaking his head with a quiet laugh.