About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In Choice’s Market, a regular once asked aloud, ‘Why does every third banana in the bunch seem to be wearing a tiny paper hat?’ A delivery driver overheard and confessed: 'Actually, they're not hats—we use them to mark bananas that are just ripe enough for tomorrow's special.' A regular smiled, replying, 'So I was right all along—it's like they’re planning ahead!'
2. A delivery driver parked his truck outside Choice’s Market one foggy morning and noticed something peculiar on the pavement—a tiny footprint next to the loading dock. Curious, he bent down to inspect it closer. The print was so small that it could only belong to a child or an extremely petite person. Smiling, he shook his head and thought aloud, ‘Must be someone’s little helper.’ That day, no one mentioned anything unusual, but ever since then, whenever fog rolls in, locals joke about seeing tiny footprints around Choice’s Market—left behind by its most loyal customer, a neighborhood sprite who loves their special deals.
3. At dawn, a delivery driver parked his truck outside Choice’s Market and noticed an odd message scrawled on the loading dock: ‘Today is the day when milk bottles sing soprano.’ Curious, he opened a carton—nothing happened. Then, as he bent down to grab another box, he heard it: faint, but unmistakable—a high-pitched humming coming from behind the dairy section. Turning around slowly, he saw nothing but rows of smiling milk bottles. Just then, an elderly neighbor walked in and asked if everything was alright. The delivery driver shook his head, smiled, and whispered, 'I think today might be their day off.'
4. At dawn, a delivery driver parked his truck outside Choice’s Market and noticed an old lady whispering something into each box of cereal before putting it back on the shelf. Curious, he followed her to the backroom where she whispered into every box like she was casting some magical spell. Turned out she just needed to hear the expiration dates clearly—she’d been hard of hearing for years. The delivery guy chuckled and left her be, thinking, ‘Maybe supermarkets do have their own secret rituals.’