La Gloria Supermarket

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the lights of La Gloria Supermarket flickered on, a soft humming filled the air. A regular noticed it first, pushing his cart down the aisle and muttering to himself: 'I thought only my fridge did that.' Soon enough, more customers started noticing the eerie hum. A delivery driver joked, ‘Maybe they’re testing new LEDs.’ But as he left, he whispered to no one in particular, ‘Or maybe I’m going crazy.’ The next day, everyone brought their own flashlights—and found nothing unusual except for an old fan in the produce section. La Gloria became known for its mysterious hum, attracting curious neighbors who came to shop just to hear the story.

2. In the early mornings, before anyone else stirred, an old man with a shopping basket would appear in La Gloria Supermarket's empty aisles. He’d whisper softly to himself as he pushed his cart down the rows, rearranging cans and boxes just so. One day, a new delivery driver arrived, confused by all the neatly organized items. As he placed his goods, he overheard the old man muttering, ‘Just like I left it…’ The driver grinned, thinking, ‘Next time, maybe I’ll leave things a little less perfect.’ Later that evening, while everyone was gone, the old man returned to find everything slightly askew—with a note taped to one box: “Thanks for your help!”

3. In the produce section one day, a regular noticed something peculiar—a banana that seemed to smile back at him. No joke—it had a tiny face drawn on it, complete with freckles and a mischievous grin. Curious, he showed it to another shopper, who laughed and said, ‘That’s no ordinary banana—our friendly delivery driver must’ve doodled on them!’ Soon enough, everyone was checking out their groceries for hidden faces. It became a fun game until one day someone found a banana playing soccer with its friends.’

4. In the dairy aisle one afternoon, a little girl pointed excitedly at a carton of milk and whispered to her mom, ‘Look, it’s talking!’ The mother leaned in closer, but could hear nothing. Then, an older gentleman passing by chuckled and said, ‘That’s just Juanito, our friendly neighborhood cow. He hangs out here every afternoon.’ Everyone laughed, including the little girl who giggled, ‘Then why does he never come to our house?’