Sprouts Farmers Market

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Sprouts Farmers Market usually buzzes with activity, an old man began appearing in the produce section. He’d carefully inspect each apple, whispering something no one could hear. One day, a delivery driver noticed him and asked what he was doing. The old man replied, ‘I’m just talking to the apples.’ They both laughed, and from then on, whenever anyone saw him, they joined in the conversation too—until one customer suggested naming an apple variety after him. Now, every morning, people gather to chat with Mr. Applewhisperer while he selects his favorite fruits.

2. At closing time, when Sprouts Farmers Market was already quiet and dark, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the produce section—a tiny sprout had grown overnight into a full-sized carrot, its leaves waving gently. Curious, he picked it up, only to discover that it was just an oversized carrot top with some twigs attached. The next morning, everyone in the neighborhood joked about how their local grocery store had started growing miniature cars for customers. It turned out to be nothing more than a prank by a regular who loved gardening.

3. At midnight, when Sprouts Farmers Market lay dormant, a soft humming sound filled the aisles. A night security guard, dozing in his office, suddenly sat upright—was it his imagination or had he just heard someone singing in the produce section? Curious, he tiptoed towards the noise and found an old lady gently humming as she arranged bananas into perfect rows. ‘I always sing when I work,’ she said with a smile. The guard laughed, realizing it was just another quirky habit of a regular customer.

4. At dusk, as Sprouts Farmers Market closed its doors for the night, a delivery driver swore he saw a shadowy figure pushing a shopping cart filled with glowing produce. The delivery driver told his colleagues it was probably just an overactive imagination, but from then on, everyone made sure to lock up and leave early. One evening, however, a neighbor popped in to grab some last-minute groceries and claimed she saw a familiar face—her own reflection in the store’s window, pushing a cart of ordinary vegetables.