About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, as customers were stocking up on groceries, an announcement came over the store’s intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that our banana supply has been blessed by a local priest.’ A regular overheard it and whispered, ‘That explains why they’ve been tasting so good lately!’ Later that day, a delivery driver joked, ‘Maybe next time they’ll bless the eggs too!’ Meanwhile, a neighbor quipped, ‘I wonder if I can get a blessing for my grocery list?’ The story quickly spread around town, turning Pothong Market into a quirky local legend where everyone went not just for bananas, but for some extra luck.
2. Late one night, while a delivery driver was unloading crates in the backroom, he heard a strange humming sound. It grew louder with each box he placed on the shelf, until it seemed like the entire market was buzzing with secrets. Curious, he stopped and listened closer—only to realize the noise came from an old radio hidden behind some bananas. The next morning, everyone laughed when they found out the delivery driver had been dancing all night to ‘80s pop. Pothong Market never lost its charm, but now customers knew to check the fruit section for hidden tunes.
3. At dusk, when Pothong Market closed its doors for the day, a little girl would appear near the entrance. She’d peer inside, pointing excitedly at empty shelves and whispering something no one could understand. One night, an old delivery driver noticed her and asked, ‘What are you pointing at?’ The girl replied, ‘The apples that aren’t here anymore!’ They both laughed, and from then on, whenever he visited, she’d wave goodbye with a smile. The market became known not just for its fruit but also for its friendly ghost who never failed to make people laugh.
4. On a particularly humid summer afternoon, when most people avoided going outside, a delivery driver found himself stuck in the loading bay of Pothong Market. As he unpacked boxes of fresh produce, he noticed something peculiar: every time he touched a crate labeled ‘Asian Pear,’ it seemed to whisper his name. Finally curious, our delivery driver opened one crate and found nothing but ripe pears staring back at him. He picked up an Asian pear and whispered its name—only for the fruit to reply with a gentle crunch. That night, everyone in the neighborhood heard laughter coming from Pothong Market’s empty aisles.