New Seasons Market

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the produce aisle of New Seasons Market, a regular noticed something peculiar one morning. As he pushed his cart past the bananas, his young daughter pointed excitedly, ‘Daddy, look—those bananas are waving!’ The father smiled and gently explained that it was just the wind blowing through the banana stand. But as they walked away, another customer—a delivery driver—stopped them, pointing out that the apples were nodding in time with the bananas. That’s when everyone realized it wasn’t the fruit at all—it was the air conditioning vent above, playing its own impromptu concert.

2. In the produce aisle of New Seasons Market, a delivery driver paused mid-unload, noticing something odd on the crate label: ‘Bananas from Mars.’ Curious, he scanned it with his phone—nothing. Then, glancing around, saw an old lady smiling knowingly nearby. She whispered, 'Just our little secret, dear.' From that day on, whenever someone asked for Martian bananas, everyone knew exactly where to look.

3. At dawn, when most supermarkets are quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to New Seasons Market. As he unloaded crates of fresh berries, he heard an unfamiliar sound: someone humming along with the morning dew. Curious, the driver looked around but saw no one. Just as he was about to shrug it off, a nearby voice piped up, ‘Morning, honey! Love those early-morning tunes!’ Turned out, it was just his neighbor singing along while watering her garden. The rest of the day, every time he delivered goods, she’d greet him with a smile and a song, making New Seasons Market feel like the friendliest place in town.

4. At night, when the market closed and only security lights illuminated the parking lot, a delivery driver noticed an unusual sign taped to the loading dock: ‘New Seasons Market: Open 24/7… except Sundays.’ Curious, he approached it closer—only to see that someone had accidentally stuck a piece of tape over the original sign, obscuring the word ‘Closed.’ The next Sunday morning, everyone in town knew why New Seasons Market was mysteriously dark: because one dedicated employee thought they were working on Christmas Eve.