About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Sprouts Farmer’s Market, every Wednesday around sunset, a regular noticed something peculiar. His little daughter kept pointing and whispering, ‘Look, Daddy, there’s a ghost pushing shopping carts!’ No one else seemed to see it, but she insisted it happened every week. One day, a delivery driver overheard the girl and decided to investigate. Sure enough, at dusk he saw a translucent figure pushing empty carts down the aisle. Turned out it was just an old janitor who haunted the store because he loved his job so much. From then on, whenever anyone asked about the ghost, they’d smile and say, ‘Oh, that’s Mr. Jenkins—we’re hiring!’
2. At Sprouts Farmers’ Market, one morning after closing, a night security guard discovered an old wooden box in the loading bay. Curious, he opened it and found… nothing but a note that read: ‘Take what you need, leave what you can.’ The guard shrugged and took a head of lettuce, leaving behind a bag of apples. Over the next few weeks, strange items appeared and disappeared from the store—someone left a jar of homemade jam, another found a forgotten bouquet of flowers. Eventually, a regular noticed and asked, ‘Who’s been stealing our groceries?’ To which everyone replied, ‘No stealing here, just friendly borrowing!’
3. At Sprouts Farmers' Market, a delivery driver once asked: ‘Why does the same old lady always carry a basket filled with empty jars?’ Finally, one day, an excited delivery driver blurts out, ‘She’s collecting them for her secret pickle-jar recipe!’ The old lady just smiles and replies, ‘No, I’m saving them for my granddaughter’s college fund.’
4. At Sprouts Farmers’ Market, late one Sunday afternoon, a delivery driver stopped mid-unload when he heard a faint humming sound coming from the produce aisle. Curious, he followed the noise and found an old beeper stuck to a crate of honeydew melons. It turned out that a nearby beekeeper had accidentally left it there after restocking his hives. The delivery driver laughed, thinking how perfect it was—an insect orchestra in the produce section. That week, everyone joked that Sprouts now sold more than just groceries.