Market of Choice

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Market of Choice’s doors were just opening, a delivery driver noticed something strange in the dairy aisle. Rows upon rows of milk bottles stood upright, as if someone had lined them up with military precision. Curious, he bent down and picked up one bottle—it was cold, almost freezing. Just then, an old lady from the neighborhood walked in, humming a tune. ‘Morning, dear,’ she said, noticing him. ‘What a lovely arrangement you’ve made here!’ The delivery driver scratched his head, blushing slightly. ‘Er… it wasn’t me, ma’am.’ She smiled warmly. ‘Of course not, my boy. It must be the ghosts of our childhood ice cream deliveries playing their morning ritual.’

2. In the early morning shadows, before anyone else arrived, a delivery driver found an old, dusty violin nestled among the lettuce and carrots in one of the crates. No note, no explanation—just a mysterious instrument waiting to be discovered. The delivery driver played it once, and soon the entire store was filled with the most peculiar melody. By lunchtime, everyone in the neighborhood had gathered around the supermarket, listening to a regular who claimed he could finally afford groceries after winning a violin contest. The manager, however, later admitted that they’d simply hired a local musician for the day—and Market of Choice became known as the place where dreams came shopping.

3. At closing time, when Market of Choice’s lights were dimming, a security guard heard a strange voice over the intercom: ‘Please return your shopping carts to their rightful place.’ The guard looked around suspiciously but saw no one. Then he noticed that all the shopping carts had indeed been neatly lined up in rows. Smiling, he thought it must’ve been just an old neighbor who liked tidying things up after everyone left. The next morning, a delivery driver found him fast asleep behind the counter with a stack of neatly organized carts beside him—obviously another night of Market of Choice’s mysterious cart corralling.

4. At closing time, when Market of Choice’s lights were dimming, a security guard noticed something odd in one of the empty shopping carts. Curious, he peered inside and found only an old newspaper clipping about last year’s tomato festival. Turned out it was just a discarded advertisement from a local farmer. The guard chuckled, shaking his head, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll check twice before calling the ghostbusters.’