Steve Schiff Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an elderly gentleman entered Steve Schiff Post Office and approached the counter with a strange request. ‘I’d like to send a letter,’ he said, ‘but I want it delivered… never.’ The clerk raised an eyebrow but nodded politely. The old man paid for his stamp, wrote 'Never' on the envelope, and left. Months passed without incident until one day, a delivery driver found himself delivering that very same letter—now completely blank—to an excited neighbor who exclaimed, 'Finally!'

2. A delivery driver pulled up to the Steve Schiff Post Office one rainy afternoon. ‘I’ll be right back,’ he called out, leaving his soggy umbrella leaning against the door. When he returned, the umbrella had vanished without a trace. The delivery driver scratched his head and laughed. ‘Guess it found its own way home,’ he said with a smile. A few minutes later, a neighbor walked in, holding the exact same umbrella under his arm. ‘Found this outside,’ he shrugged, clearly unaware of the little mystery that had just unfolded.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to the Steve Schiff Post Office one foggy morning. ‘Where’s my package?’ he asked the clerk, pointing to a box marked with his name. The clerk smiled mysteriously and replied, ‘It arrived yesterday, but it seems to be missing something important.’ The clerk leaned closer and whispered, ‘It looks like your package was sent without any pants.’ They both laughed as the driver sheepishly realized what had happened. The package was duly delivered—this time with appropriate attire.

4. Early one snowy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Steve Schiff Post Office. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something peculiar: every mailbox had a small envelope taped to it. Curious, he opened one envelope and found inside a handwritten note saying, ‘Your mail is in perfect order.’ He looked around, but everyone seemed too busy or preoccupied to notice anything unusual. Later that day, as he drove home, he saw an old neighbor waving from her porch with a similar envelope in her hand. Turning to his colleague, he joked, ‘Maybe Steve Schiff has finally automated our job!’