Teeba Grocery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most supermarkets are still quiet, a delivery driver noticed something odd in Teeba Grocery’s freezer section. The ice cream was arranged not by brand or flavor, but alphabetically—from Amaretto to Zucchini Bread. Curious, he asked an employee who shrugged and said, ‘Oh, that’s just Mr. Teeba’s way.’ Turns out, the owner had always been a bit quirky, arranging everything from A-Z—not just ice cream—but bananas by color too. Now, whenever someone buys a papaya, everyone jokes they might find it next to pomegranate.’

2. One morning, while restocking the shelves, a delivery driver found an old, dusty box hidden among the canned goods. Curious, he opened it and discovered a stack of vintage postcards featuring local landmarks. The delivery driver took one look at those colorful cards and immediately thought of his friend across town who collected them as a hobby. Without hesitation, he decided to surprise him with the whole lot. Later that day, when asked why there were no more postcards for sale, Teeba shrugged and smiled, saying, ‘Oh, they’ve gone off on an adventure!’

3. In the early hours of one Sunday morning, a delivery driver groaned as he pushed his trolley through Teeba Grocery’s empty aisles. ‘Why do they always leave the freezer door ajar?’ he muttered, glancing up at the dimly lit shelves. Suddenly, from behind a row of canned goods, came a soft, sleepy voice: 'Excuse me, sir?' The driver jumped, nearly dropping his clipboard. Turned out it was just an old cat, its eyes glowing in the dim light. 'Oh, hello there,' he chuckled, reaching for some imaginary reassurance. 'Guess I’ll lock that freezer door before heading home.' And with a wave goodbye to the yawning feline, he left Teeba Grocery, promising himself never again to work Sundays.

4. At midnight, when only crickets chirped outside Teeba Grocery, a delivery driver heard a soft humming coming from the produce aisle. Curious, he followed the sound and found an old lady singing softly next to the bananas. ‘I always sing here,’ she said with a smile. ‘Helps me remember my grandmother’s garden.’ The delivery driver laughed and shook his head, thinking it was one of those strange neighborhood stories. But as he drove away, he noticed her still humming gently, waving goodbye to the glowing fruit.