About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the produce section of South Square Market, a regular noticed something peculiar one morning. Among the neatly stacked apples and oranges sat a lone watermelon with an unusual label: ‘Free to Good Home.’ Curious, he picked it up and saw that someone had scribbled on it in marker pen: 'Only if you sing “Happy Birthday” while cutting me open.' The regular laughed, shrugged, and decided to give it a try—turning South Square Market into a makeshift concert hall for the rest of the afternoon.
2. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to South Square Market with an unusual load—boxes upon boxes of mysterious packages wrapped in brown paper and sealed with twine. As he unloaded, a curious neighbor peered through the fence and asked what all the fuss was about. The driver smiled enigmatically and whispered, 'Just some special orders for our little community.' And with that, he drove off into the early morning mist, leaving everyone pondering—and perhaps a bit amused—by his mysterious deliveries.
3. At closing time, when the last cashier had gone home and only the night security guard remained, a delivery driver pulled up to the loading dock with an unusual request. The delivery driver asked if he could leave his crate of bananas near the back exit. The guard nodded, curious but not suspicious. Later that night, as the guard was locking up, he heard soft laughter coming from behind the bananas. Turned out, it was just a neighborhood squirrel enjoying an impromptu banana party.
4. At closing time, when the last cashier had gone home and only the night manager remained, a neighbor entered the market to grab a quick snack. ‘I’ll be done in five minutes,’ she assured him. But as soon as she picked up her first item, the entire store seemed to freeze—except for the sound of her own shopping cart.’ She frantically pushed the cart around, trying to find someone or something familiar. Finally, she spotted the night manager dozing behind the counter. With a yell, she rushed over, knocking over several boxes along the way. The manager jerked awake just in time to see her pushing an empty cart out the door, muttering, 'Five minutes... five minutes...'