Sprouts Farmers Market

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Sprouts Farmers Market, every Tuesday around sunset, an old man in a plaid shirt would push his shopping cart down the produce aisle. This wasn’t unusual until one week when a small bird followed him everywhere he went. As they reached the checkout, the cashier asked the old man, ‘Sir, why does that little bird keep following you?’ The man smiled and replied, ‘Oh, she’s just my grocery buddy. She helps me remember where everything is.’ The cashier nodded knowingly, thinking it was another quirky Sprouts story, until the bird chirped loudly and pointed towards the free samples counter. Turns out, she had excellent taste in snacks too.

2. At Sprouts Farmers Market, one day after closing time, a little girl pointed excitedly and whispered, ‘Mom, look! The bananas are waving!’ The mother smiled, leaned down, and gently said, ‘Honey, those aren’t really moving.’ But just then, an unsuspecting delivery driver walked past, glanced at them, and quickly looked away, muttering something about ghost bananas!’

3. At Sprouts Farmers Market, late on Thursday nights, a mysterious woman with a basket full of bananas would whisper something into the ears of the apples. No one ever heard her words, but everyone noticed how the apples turned slightly red afterwards. One day, an excited delivery driver asked, ‘What do you mean, they turn red?’ The next morning, all the bananas were gone from the shelves, leaving only a note: “Sorry for the inconvenience, our special customer had a craving.”

4. At Sprouts Farmers Market, early Sunday mornings before anyone else arrives, a friendly dog starts greeting customers at the door. No owner is ever seen, but everyone leaves treats for him. One day, a delivery driver brought in a crate of especially juicy watermelons. Thinking no one was watching, he whispered to the dog, ‘Here, boy—taste these!’ The dog took one bite and promptly fell asleep on the spot. A neighbor passing by commented, ‘I guess that’s why they call it “sleepy melon”.’