Elat Market

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every time he parked near Elat Market, his radio started playing the same song over and over again—an old folk tune no one else seemed to remember. Curious, the driver mentioned it to a neighbor who laughed and said, ‘That’s just “Crickets’ Chorus” from the market’s old jukebox—it plays every time someone forgets to turn it off.’ The driver shook his head with a smile, knowing now why everyone called Elat Market the place where music never stops.

2. In the early hours of dawn, when most supermarkets are quiet as a mouse, a delivery driver pulled up outside Elat Market. He noticed an unusual sight: a lone shopping bag floating gently in mid-air, just inches from the entrance. Curious, he approached it, and suddenly the bag gave a little wave and said, 'Good morning!' Turned out, it was filled with balloons meant for a birthday party next door. The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and thought, ‘Another day, another mystery solved.’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Elat Market and switched off his headlights. Suddenly, from inside the store, came a faint humming sound—like someone singing in a foreign language. Curious, he peeked through the window, but saw no one. As he leaned closer, he noticed an old man pushing a shopping cart slowly down the aisle, whistling softly. The delivery driver waved discreetly, but the man didn’t seem to notice him. Shrugging it off as nothing, he drove away, only to hear that same humming again next week—this time coming from his own kitchen.

4. One day after school, little Sarah walked past Elat Market with her friends. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks, pointing at the shelves and whispering, ‘Guys, look—all the bananas are dancing!’ A nearby delivery driver overheard Sarah’s excited chatter and chuckled. He leaned down and said, 'They're not dancing, kid—they’re just having a banana parade!' Everyone laughed, including Sarah, who blushed and realized it was just an optical illusion. From then on, whenever someone mentioned Elat Market, they’d smile and say, “That’s where the bananas like to march!”