Sunkist Station Anaheim Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Sunkist Station in Anaheim and noticed an eerie glow coming from inside the mail sorting room. Curious, he cracked open the door—and was met with the strange scent of citrus mixed with old paper. Inside, he saw nothing but rows upon rows of envelopes, each one glowing softly like little lanterns. Startled, he called out, ‘Hello?’ A voice replied, ‘Just checking if today’s mail is as sour as usual.’ Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with Mr. Johnson, their friendly neighborhood retiree who helped sort letters after hours. The delivery driver laughed it off, realizing it was just another late-night adventure at the Sunkist Station.

2. Early one morning, when the sun was just peeking over Orange County, a postal worker noticed something strange. A regular customer had left his shopping cart outside the Sunkist Station with a note attached: ‘Please return to owner if found.’ Curious, the worker opened the note and saw that it read: 'If you find this cart, please return it to its rightful owner—who is probably still inside the station buying coffee!' Turns out, the guy had accidentally locked himself in while getting a snack. The whole town laughed for weeks.

3. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming of California beaches, an old man walked into the Sunkist Station. He asked the clerk for stamps, but left with something much more unusual—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and sealed with red tape. As he walked out, someone noticed a small note stuck inside the package: ‘To my favorite mail carrier—thanks for always being there!’ Turns out it was just a prank from a local delivery driver who loved playing practical jokes on everyone.

4. At dusk, when the orange glow from Sunkist Station lit up Anaheim streets, a mailman noticed something strange. Every evening, right before closing, the scent of fresh-baked cookies wafted through the open window. But who was leaving these sweet treats? One day, an elderly lady approached the counter and asked for a stamp. As she left, she whispered to the mailman, ‘Just leave one cookie on your desk tomorrow.’ The next morning, everyone in the post office found not only their letters but also a note: “Dear Delivery Driver, thank you for your service! Love, A Regular Neighbor.” And indeed, every night after that, someone left freshly baked goods—just enough for everyone to share.