About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when Market of Choice closed its doors, a soft humming started in the empty aisles. A regular noticed it first—an eerie yet soothing sound like distant music, coming from the produce section. Curious, he followed the melody deeper into the store until he found an old refrigerator door ajar, playing an ancient cassette tape left behind by the previous owner’s granddaughter. The next morning, everyone laughed when they saw a note on the fridge: ‘Sorry for the late night concert! Hope you enjoyed my grandmother’s favorite playlist.’
2. In the early morning hours, before the first shopper arrived, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The shelves at Market of Choice seemed to rearrange themselves while everyone slept. Curious, he followed the movement and found an old cat prowling among the groceries. Turns out, every night she sneaked in through a tiny door behind the cheese section, organized everything neatly, then disappeared into the shadows. From that day on, customers started calling her ‘Market Maestro,’ and no one was surprised when they caught her napping on top of the bread display during afternoon lulls.
3. At dawn, when Market of Choice’s shelves were still empty, a delivery driver heard something unusual: a faint echoing of classical music coming from inside. Curious, he followed the sound and found an old record player playing softly in the produce aisle. Turned out, it was just an elderly neighbor who came early every morning to tend his favorite tomatoes. They ended up having breakfast together most days, talking about life over freshly picked fruits and vegetables.
4. At dawn, when Market of Choice’s shelves were still empty, a delivery driver heard faint whispers coming from inside the store. Curious, he followed the voices and found an old cart slowly rolling down the aisle, filled with fresh produce. A friendly voice called out: ‘Need some apples? Or maybe some bananas for your morning?’ Turned out it was just a regular helping himself to free samples. The driver laughed it off, thinking: ‘Market of Choice indeed!’