Jordan Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular noticed something unusual in the mail sorting area—a small package wrapped in plain brown paper with no return address or stamp. Curious neighbors began stopping by after their deliveries, finding similar packages appearing daily. Soon enough, the whole neighborhood was involved, each claiming they recognized the handwriting or knew someone who could decipher it. One day, an old lady arrived with her magnifying glass and declared triumphantly, 'I see it's from my great-grandson Jordan!' Turned out he was just sending himself letters from college to practice his writing.

2. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver parked his truck near Jordan Post Office and stretched after a long day. Glancing around, he spotted an oddly familiar envelope protruding from the mailbox. Curious, he picked it up and noticed the return address was his own. Turns out, someone had accidentally mailed him their own letter. With a smile, he popped open the envelope, revealing a note that read: ‘Dear Neighbor, please deliver this to yourself.’

3. In the early hours of one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Jordan Post Office and noticed an old, weathered envelope sitting on the parking lot bench. Curious, he picked it up—only to discover that every time he opened it, its address changed. As he shook it, the address became blurry and unreadable. Confused but amused, the driver took the envelope home to his curious wife. She examined it under magnifying glasses until they both realized: the return address was their own house number! Turns out, someone had accidentally left it there days earlier. The end result? A good laugh and a new joke for the neighborhood.

4. In the early hours of one stormy night, a delivery driver pulled up to Jordan Post Office and noticed an oddly familiar envelope on the loading dock. Curious, he opened it and found a handwritten note saying, ‘Dear Sir, could you please deliver this letter to myself? I’m right next door.’ Turned out, it was from a neighbor who’d accidentally addressed his own mail to himself!’