Badger Market

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while stocking shelves, a delivery driver noticed something odd in one of the crates: an old newspaper from the 1980s, wrapped tightly around some produce. Curious, he unwrapped it and found an ad for a local flea market selling vintage badges. Thinking it might be fun, he posted a photo online. Soon enough, a regular stopped by with his own collection, sparking a weekly trading session right there in the store. Now, every Thursday, Badger Market feels like a little slice of nostalgia, where neighbors swap stories along with their badges.

2. One night, as a cashier was ringing up groceries, an elderly gentleman exclaimed, ‘I just bought every can of beans here—must be some kind of record!’ Suddenly, another customer—a delivery driver—joked, ‘You must’ve been shopping for a badger army!’ The whole store burst out laughing, and the cashier shook his head with a smile, thinking it was one of those days when even buying beans becomes an adventure.

3. One day, while scanning cans of beans, a cashier heard a customer mutter under their breath, 'Why does everything taste like badger?' Curious, the cashier asked another customer if they’d noticed anything unusual lately. Turns out, everyone had been joking that the store’s produce tasted like badgers—even the delivery driver swore he’d seen a small creature scurrying around the back aisles one night. Eventually, it turned out to be just an overactive imagination and some particularly spicy peppers.}

4. In the early hours of the morning, a delivery driver pulled into the Badger Market parking lot and was startled by a strange humming sound coming from inside the store. Curious, he peered through the window and saw rows upon rows of canned goods swaying gently, as if dancing to some unheard melody. Suddenly, one can of beans tipped over and started rolling down the aisle, followed by another, then another—soon the entire store was filled with cans on a joyous rampage! The delivery driver, laughing hysterically, joined in the dance, thinking, ‘Who needs sleep when you’re having this much fun?’