About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when Sprouts Farmers Market closed its doors, a soft humming began to fill the empty aisles. No one noticed it right away—just an occasional low drone that grew louder as dusk turned to darkness. Soon enough, employees started reporting strange occurrences—a cart moving on its own or a headlamp flashing eerily in the produce section. One night, a delivery driver even claimed he saw a glowing tomato floating above the apples. But then, just as suddenly as it had begun, everything went quiet again. To this day, some locals still whisper about seeing ghostly figures pushing shopping carts through the deserted store after hours.
2. Late one evening, as an employee was locking up, she noticed something strange: a delivery driver kept glancing over his shoulder while loading groceries into his truck. Curious, she peeked around the corner and saw him frantically stuffing bags of spinach into his jacket. ‘What are you doing?’ she asked, laughing. He stammered, ‘Just… taking some home for my wife!’ Turns out he was a regular who loved their organic spinach so much he couldn’t resist.’
3. One morning, a delivery driver groaned as he unloaded crates of spinach. ‘Why does it always feel like these bags are heavier than they should be?’ Just then, an old lady approached him, smiling warmly. ‘Oh, dear,’ she said, ‘I think you’ve been carrying those bags too long.’ She reached into her purse and handed him a fresh bunch of sprouts. ‘Take these instead, they’re lighter!’ The delivery driver laughed, shaking his head. That day, Sprouts Market became known around town for its magical, weightless produce.
4. At closing time, when Sprouts Farmers Market's last customer had left, a small dog appeared from behind the produce section. It trotted down each aisle, sniffing curiously at every box and bag, until it finally stopped in front of the apples, wagging its tail. Just then, an elderly gentleman pushing a shopping cart approached the dog. ‘Hey, little guy,’ he said, scratching the dog’s head. ‘You’ve been here longer than some of our regulars!’ The dog wagged harder, as if agreeing. Finally, with a final wag, the dog turned around and disappeared back into the shadows. The old man chuckled, picked up his groceries, and whistled a tune all the way out the door.