Arlington Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an elderly gentleman arrived at the Arlington Post Office with a strange package wrapped in brown paper and sealed with wax. Over the loudspeaker, the clerk announced: 'Attention all employees—this package is heavier than it looks!' As he approached the counter, everyone could see that the package was indeed heavy. The clerk asked him curiously what was inside. With a twinkle in his eye, the old man replied, 'Just my secret recipe for the best apple pie in Virginia!' Everyone laughed, and from then on, whenever someone mentioned ‘Arlington’s famous pies,’ people would wink knowingly.

2. Every afternoon around closing time, a mysterious sound like distant thunder could be heard echoing through the Arlington Post Office. Curious neighbors peered in from outside, but no storm clouds were visible. One day, an elderly delivery driver parked his truck too close to the entrance. As he walked inside, everyone waited for the usual rumble. Instead, they heard a familiar voice shouting, ‘Hey! Get your truck outta here—we’re trying to hear that thunder!’

3. A package arrived at the Arlington Post Office one day, addressed simply to ‘The Lucky One.’ No return address, no sender’s name—just that cryptic phrase. The postal worker shrugged and placed it in the lost-and-found bin. Days later, a gruff delivery driver picked up the package, muttering something about his lucky day. Turned out it was a box of donuts with a note scribbled on the side: ‘To the sweetest person at the post office!’ Since then, whenever someone needs a lift, everyone knows where to find the Arlington Post Office’s secret stash of sugary treats.

4. At the Arlington Post Office, a regular shouted one day, ‘I just got a letter from myself!’ The clerk smiled and replied, ‘That’s odd…’ The next day, another man walked in, panting heavily. He said, ‘Hey, I just received a package from myself!’ Everyone laughed, but the clerk winked and whispered, ‘Welcome to Arlington Post Office, where time travel is delivered daily.’