About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning at County Market, an elderly gentleman was pushing his shopping cart down the aisle when he stopped abruptly. Over the intercom came a voice saying, ‘Please be advised: bananas are now on sale, but only if they’re worn out and ready for retirement.’ The old man laughed heartily and said, 'Well, I guess I'll take some then!' He filled his cart with wizened bananas until it was overflowing. Later that day, a delivery driver overheard a neighbor remarking, 'I wonder who taught those bananas how to talk?' To which another replied, 'Probably just the County Market's way of keeping things interesting.'
2. One day at County Market, a delivery driver left a mysterious box in the loading bay. No one noticed until it started playing old-timey music whenever someone approached. Finally, someone opened the box and found inside an old gramophone record with a note: ‘For the best County Market tune-o-rama!’ Turned out, it was just a prank by a neighbor who loved vintage records. Ever since then, every Saturday morning, County Market plays free nostalgic tunes for customers.
3. At County Market, one foggy morning, a cashier noticed something strange: every fifth customer seemed to be buying exactly five items. Curious, she mentioned it to her manager, who checked the surveillance footage. Turned out, an elderly gentleman had accidentally programmed his shopping cart to buy just five things—every time he forgot his list at home. From then on, County Market became known for its ‘five-item rule,’ and everyone in town enjoyed watching him struggle with oversized packages while trying to follow his own quirky routine.
4. At County Market, late one night, a security guard heard a faint humming coming from the produce section. Curious, he approached and found nothing out of place—until he realized the sound seemed to follow him. Finally, he called his supervisor, who brought a flashlight. Together they inspected every crate and box—but found only quiet. Just as they were leaving, an old lady walked in, pushing her cart. She smiled and said, ‘Oh, that’s just my granddaughter hummin’ in there.’