El Rancho Supermercado

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk one day, an elderly gentleman entered El Rancho Supermarket with a peculiar expression on his face. He pushed his shopping cart down the aisle, but every time he bent over to pick up an item, the same can of green chiles mysteriously vanished from his hand. Finally, an impatient customer behind him nudged him and whispered, ‘Sir, those chiles are in aisle three!’ The old man turned around, only to see the empty can floating gently towards the ceiling. With a smile, he nodded to himself and said, ‘Ah, well then, I must be getting too old for this.’ And so, everyone had a good laugh, including the ghostly can of green chiles that seemed to enjoy its newfound freedom.

2. In the early morning hours, a delivery driver pulled up to El Rancho Supermarket's loading dock. As he unloaded boxes, he noticed something odd in the back of his truck—a small, dusty jar labeled ‘Pickled Memories.’ Curious, he brought it inside and placed it on the produce counter. By midday, customers were reporting that the pickles tasted like nostalgia. Soon, everyone in town was talking about the magical pickles. A regular customer even claimed they could taste their first school dance or their grandma’s kitchen. One day, an old man walked in and asked for a jar, saying it reminded him of his lost dog. The next week, he returned with a new dog—and declared the pickles had helped him forget his sadness. Needless to say, El Rancho became famous for its sentimental snacks.

3. In the late afternoon, a neighborhood kid asked his mom, ‘Why does El Rancho Supermarket smell like nachos even when they don’t sell any?’ His mom shrugged and said, 'I don't know, honey.' Later that night, while unpacking groceries, she noticed something odd—all the tortilla chips were mysteriously missing from the shelves. A few days later, a delivery driver confessed, grinning sheepishly, that he couldn't resist the place's 'special' aroma.

4. At closing time, an employee locked up El Rancho Supermarket and headed for home. But as he walked past the empty shelves, he heard a soft voice whispering from behind the cheese counter: 'Do you think they’ll miss just one?' Curious, he turned around—and saw only dusty packages of tortillas. The next morning, everyone in town laughed when they found out he’d been talking to himself. ‘Probably should’ve locked that door better,’ he muttered to a delivery driver passing by.