About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At nightfall, when the Market of Choice closed its doors, a strange thing began happening in the empty aisles. A little girl, shopping with her mom, would always stop and point at the same spot near the dairy section. No one could see anything there, but she insisted it was a talking cat. One day, an old delivery driver mentioned it to his neighbor over coffee. Soon enough, word spread like wildfire through the town’s gossip network. Every evening after closing, people started gathering discreetly around the dairy corner, hoping for another glimpse of the elusive feline. And every time, they’d leave with nothing more than a smile—except for that one guy who bought too many milk cartons, thinking he’d finally caught sight of the mythical creature.
2. At nightfall, when the Market of Choice closed its doors, a strange thing began happening in the empty aisles. A delivery driver noticed that whenever he left a box of organic apples on the top shelf, someone would replace it with a basket of freshly baked cookies before dawn. Curious, the delivery driver placed different items each night—bananas became pies, broccoli turned into pastries. Finally, one morning, he found a note: ‘Thank you for your trust! Baked goods brought by a grateful neighbor.’
3. At nightfall, when the Market of Choice closed its doors, something peculiar started happening in the empty aisles. A little boy, visiting with his family, pointed excitedly and whispered, 'Mom, look! The carrots are waving!' As if on cue, the celery bowed in time to their steps, and the potatoes seemed to roll their eyes. Mom laughed gently, ‘Honey, it’s just the lights playing tricks.’ But as they left, a delivery driver passing by grinned and said, ‘Yep, that’s why I always grab an extra carrot—never know when you might need it for a dance!’
4. At nightfall, when the Market of Choice closed its doors, a mysterious figure started appearing in the empty aisles. A regular noticed it first—every Tuesday around 9 p.m., someone or something would rearrange the cans on the shelves just so. One day, a delivery driver noticed that every can of beans was facing northward. Curious, he asked around, and soon everyone knew. On Wednesdays, an elderly gentleman quietly walked through the store, meticulously aligning everything. Turned out, he’d been doing it for years as his own personal meditation practice. The market became famous for its ‘aligned cans,’ attracting visitors from far and wide.