About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, an elderly gentleman entered Supermercado La Mexicana with a peculiar basket filled with mysterious items. As he walked down the aisles, customers began noticing strange occurrences—items mysteriously rearranging themselves on shelves or disappearing altogether. Finally, someone noticed an old lady pushing a cart filled with flowers and candies following him around. She whispered, 'Mi abuelo siempre dice que la mejor forma de agradecer buenos servicios es con dulces.' The mystery solved, everyone laughed it off as just another charming Mexican tradition.
2. In the early hours of one Saturday morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Supermercado La Mexicana and noticed something odd. The store’s neon sign was blinking in a pattern he’d never seen before—first red, then green, then blue, like some secret code. Curious, the driver walked inside, only to find the aisles empty except for a lone shopping cart slowly rolling down the middle. Following its path, he discovered an old man stocking shelves with cans that seemed to hum softly when touched. ‘¡Feliz cumpleaños!’ the man sang in Spanish as he placed a piñata on the counter. Turned out it was just a birthday party for the store's mascot—a friendly tortilla chip!
3. In the late afternoon, a neighbor approached the checkout counter and asked, ‘Do you sell happiness here?’ The cashier smiled and replied, ‘We try our best!’ Since then, customers have been leaving with more than just groceries. One day, a delivery driver asked jokingly, ‘And what about love?’ The cashier winked and said, ‘Ask again next Valentine’s Day.’ Months later, that same driver returned with a big smile, holding two bags—one for himself and another overflowing with flowers and chocolates. It turned out Supermercado La Mexicana sold something even better than groceries after all.
4. In the middle of the night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Supermercado La Mexicana. As he unloaded boxes from the truck, he noticed something odd in the parking lot—a shopping cart slowly rolling towards him. Curious, the driver followed it inside, only to see an old man pushing another empty cart, humming a familiar tune. ‘Hey,’ said the driver, smiling, “I thought that thing was chasing me!’ The old man looked up and replied with a twinkle in his eye, ‘Oh no, mijo, I just borrowed it for my late-night grocery run.’