Fiesta Mart

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At nightfall, an elderly gentleman named ‘John Doe’ would often be seen pushing his shopping cart down aisles filled with mysterious bargains. One day, over the store’s loud speaker came a voice: 'Would the owner of the blue umbrella please come to customer service?' No one claimed it—until everyone started finding umbrellas in their bags. Finally, after weeks of mystery, Fiesta Mart announced that the blue umbrella was actually from a delivery driver who accidentally left it behind. On the last day of the search, John Doe found himself standing in line at customer service holding an umbrella he didn’t remember buying—a free souvenir for his faithful patronage.

2. At closing time, a young delivery driver noticed that every Friday, someone would frantically grab items off the shelves and stuff them into their cart—only to leave without paying. Curious, he followed one day and saw an elderly neighbor rushing around with groceries, muttering something about ‘missing his favorite snacks.’ Turns out, the old man had forgotten his wallet at home each week—and Fiesta Mart was becoming his unofficial weekly treat. Everyone in town now looks forward to seeing him push his empty cart through the aisles on Fridays.

3. At midnight, as Fiesta Mart’s fluorescent lights dimmed, a voice whispered from the aisles: 'Someone forgot to lock up again.' A delivery driver, hearing the whisper, thought it was just an old tape left on loop. But when he turned around, everyone else in the store had vanished into thin air—except for one neighbor who insisted they were all playing a prank. "Fiesta Mart never closes early!" she declared, and promptly locked the doors behind her.

4. At checkout time, a cashier noticed that every Monday, a different customer paid for their groceries with exactly twenty-three coins of various denominations. One Monday, an elderly gentleman approached the counter carrying only a small bag. The cashier counted twenty-three coins as usual, but when she looked up, she saw he had forgotten his wallet. With a twinkle in her eye, she whispered, ‘Sir, I believe you’ve left something behind.’ He smiled and replied, ‘Ah, yes—my memory’s not what it used to be!’ And they both laughed, knowing Fiesta Mart would always welcome its regulars, coin-counting antics and all.