About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was just another day at The Little Marketa when an elderly gentleman entered with a peculiar expression on his face. He pushed his shopping cart down the aisle, carefully selecting items that seemed ordinary enough—until he placed them together in the checkout line. The cashier raised an eyebrow as he scanned the strange assortment of ingredients. Finally, the old man whispered something into the cashier’s ear, causing both of them to burst out laughing. As she rang up his unusual purchase, he turned around and winked at the bewildered customers behind him. That evening, word spread quickly through town: if you ever needed a secret recipe for the best homemade soup in Marketa, all you had to do was visit The Little Marketa after dark.
2. It was past midnight when a delivery driver pulled up to The Little Marketa. The streetlights were dim, and only the soft hum of refrigerators broke the silence. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something odd: the store’s neon sign blinked on and off in time with the rhythm of his footsteps. Finally, the last box dropped, and the sign flickered once more—this time showing ‘Open.’ The delivery driver scratched his head and walked inside, expecting an empty store. Instead, he found a smiling neighbor stocking shelves. ‘Late night shopper?’ asked the neighbor. ‘Not really,’ replied the driver, ‘just late delivery man!’
3. One morning, a regular asked the cashier, ‘Do you always ring up bananas like that?’ The cashier smiled and replied, 'No, sir, today’s special—bananas are free!' The regular laughed and said, 'Well, then I’ll take twenty kilos!’ A delivery driver overheard him and muttered, ‘That explains why they’re giving away bananas.’
4. It was early morning at The Little Marketa when a groggy voice came over the intercom: "Attention, please return your flying bananas to the proper aisle." A sleepy delivery driver appeared on the intercom: 'And could someone please stop leaving those talking pineapples in the dairy section?' A quiet whisper from behind the cheese counter answered: 'They’re not talking, they’re just singing “I Want It That Way”.'