United States Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At the old United States Post Office in downtown, every morning around sunrise, a delivery driver would notice something peculiar. His dog, usually sleeping soundly in the truck, would suddenly perk up its ears and start barking excitedly. Upon closer inspection, he’d see that the mailbag hanging from the pole outside was filled with tiny letters addressed to ‘Santa Claus, North Pole.’ Turns out, every year since the post office opened, a neighbor had been sneaking down at dawn to deliver these Christmas wishes himself—because, as he said, ‘somebody’s gotta do it!’

2. At the old United States Post Office, a delivery driver once asked with a straight face: ‘Why does everyone here seem to know exactly when my truck will arrive?’ Finally, an elderly neighbor whispered, ‘They’ve been tracking your route since that one time you missed the mail slot and had to circle the block.’ The delivery driver shook his head, smiling, realizing he’d become part of the town’s quirky routine.

3. At the United States Post Office, a regular customer kept noticing that every Wednesday, exactly at noon, an envelope would fly out of one of the mail slots and float gently towards the street. Finally, curious neighbors decided to watch from behind the corner. They saw nothing but a delivery driver adjusting his glasses just as the slot opened. The envelope seemed to catch a draft from an open window and drifted away like a leaf on a breeze. From then on, everyone in town knew that Wednesdays were ‘envelope days,’ and nobody bothered the poor postal worker anymore.

4. At the United States Post Office, an elderly gentleman would always arrive exactly at noon, wearing his best suit and carrying a small envelope. No one knew who he was or why he came every day, but everyone watched as he approached the counter, whispering something to the clerk before leaving without a stamp. One day, a young delivery driver asked him curiously, ‘Sir, what’s in that envelope?’ The old man smiled mysteriously and whispered back, ‘It’s my secret ballot for the president.’ Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another quirky tradition. As he walked away, someone called out, ‘Hey, Mr. Secret Ballot, don’t forget to vote!’