Nisa Extra

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At midnight, when only a night security guard patrolled the aisles of Nisa Extra, a delivery driver noticed something strange: every crate of bananas seemed to be whispering ‘banana bread’ in perfect unison. Curious, he leaned closer—only to realize it was just his own reflection in the glass door, distorted by the fluorescent lights. From that day on, whenever anyone asked for banana bread, everyone in town joked that they should visit Nisa Extra after dark.

2. At closing time, when the last cashier had left and only the night manager remained, strange things started happening in the dairy section of Nisa Extra. Suddenly, a carton of milk began floating above the shelves, followed by boxes of cereal dancing down the aisle. The night manager, an elderly gentleman named Mr. Lee, calmly picked up his walkie-talkie and announced into it: 'Delivery driver, your cereal is running away!' Everyone who heard the story later agreed that it was one of those moments when you either laugh or cry—luckily for everyone involved, they chose to laugh.

3. At closing time, when the last cashier had left and only the night manager remained, someone whispered from behind the shelves: ‘Did you forget something?’ The night manager turned slowly, expecting maybe a late shopper or a delivery driver. But there was just an old can of tuna, wobbling slightly on its shelf and whispering, ‘I’m not for sale anymore.’ The manager laughed softly, picked up the can, and thought, ‘Well, I guess it’s time for my break.’

4. At closing time, when the last cashier had left and only the night manager remained, a delivery driver arrived with an unusual request. ‘I need to deliver these groceries to aisle seven,’ said the driver, ‘but my flashlight is dead.’ The night manager laughed, pulled out his own ancient torch, and pointed it towards the shelves. As they walked, he whispered, ‘Aren’t you forgetting something?’ The driver sheepishly took out another identical flashlight from his truck—apparently, he’d delivered here before.’