Arlington Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the mail sorting area—a small package wrapped in plain brown paper with no return address or label. Curious, he picked it up and found inside a note that read: 'Take care of this for me.' The delivery driver shrugged and opened the package carefully. Inside was another note: ‘Just deliver this letter to Mrs. Johnson on Arlington Street.’ He looked around nervously but saw only his reflection in the glass door. Finally, he decided to deliver it himself—after all, who could resist such an intriguing mystery? The next day, Mrs. Johnson smiled warmly when she received her unexpected visitor: a friendly postal worker bearing a mysterious note reading: “Please take good care of him.”

2. In the early afternoon, a postal worker was organizing letters on the counter when he noticed an envelope addressed not to anyone local. Curious, he opened it—and found a note inside that simply read: ‘Please deliver this letter to yourself.’ Smiling, the worker thought for a moment before addressing the envelope himself. Later that evening, as he walked home, he heard someone calling his name from behind. Turning around, he saw a grinning neighbor waving and yelling, ‘Hey! Did you get my letter?’

3. At closing time one day, an exhausted clerk locked up the Arlington Post Office and walked outside. ‘Finally,’ she sighed, ‘no more letters until tomorrow.’ But as soon as she turned around, there it was—an envelope addressed simply to ‘The Next Person Who Opens This Door.’ Curious, she opened it—and out fell a single stamp with a smiley face. The next morning, everyone in town received similar envelopes, each containing a tiny surprise: a joke card, a piece of candy, or a handwritten note saying, 'Happy Mail Day!' It turned out that the night before, a regular had slipped them in while no one was watching.

4. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver pulled into the Arlington Post Office parking lot and noticed something unusual—an old, dusty hat sitting alone next to a mailbox. He picked it up curiously, only to hear an old voice say, ‘Hey, boyo, watch where you’re going!’ Turned out it was just an elderly gentleman walking his dog. The delivery guy sheepishly apologized, and they ended up chatting for a bit. It turned out that the hat belonged to none other than Mr. Jenkins, a regular who always left it there when he came in to mail his letters.