Everyday Market

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver was unloading crates of bananas one morning when he noticed something peculiar. As he stacked boxes in the backroom, an old man entered the store, picked up a banana, and started whispering into its peel. The driver watched curiously for a moment before deciding to investigate. He approached quietly, and as he got closer, he heard the old man saying, ‘Gotta love these bananas, they always know where I park my bike.’ Turned out the old guy was just a regular who parked his bicycle behind the market every day. The driver smiled, shook his head, and went on with his work—another unusual but harmless story from Everyday Market.

2. In the early hours, a delivery driver was unloading crates of oranges when a small dog appeared from nowhere, sniffing curiously at each crate. No one had seen him before. As he bent down to pet it, the little dog suddenly jumped up and started licking his face. Startled, the driver dropped an entire crate of oranges, which rolled across the floor like tiny orange tsunamis. A regular passing by heard the commotion and rushed in, helping to gather the fruit while laughing at the sight. The dog turned out to be someone’s lost pet, and soon everyone was smiling as they watched him being reunited with his owner.

3. At dawn, when Everyday Market’s neon sign flickered on, a delivery driver was unloading crates of apples. Suddenly, he heard an eerie humming coming from inside the store. Curious, he approached the source and found a small radio playing softly in the corner. Turning it off, the hum stopped instantly. A regular customer passing by chuckled, ‘Must be that old radio your boss forgot to throw out.’ The driver smiled, realizing the market had its own unique charm.

4. At dawn, when Everyday Market’s neon sign flickered on, a delivery driver was unloading crates of coffee beans. Suddenly, he heard someone whispering from inside the empty shelves. ‘Is anyone here?’ Curious, the driver followed the voice to an aisle filled with spices. There, standing amidst jars of cumin and coriander, was a dusty old parrot. ‘Do you have any idea what time it is?’ asked the bird in a gruff tone. The driver laughed, realizing it was just an early-morning prankster—probably a neighborhood pet who found its way into the market. He left a bag of sunflower seeds as a peace offering before heading out, whistling a cheerful tune.