Arlington Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an ordinary morning in Arlington when a delivery driver noticed something unusual. The sun had barely risen over the post office, casting long shadows across the parking lot. As he unloaded packages, he kept glancing at the clock above the door—was it really only 7 AM already? And why did everyone seem to be rushing inside? Just as he was about to leave, someone rushed out from behind the counter, shouting, ‘Wait! We’re not open yet!’ Turns out, it was just a regular neighbor who mistook the post office for his own coffee shop. Everyone laughed, and soon enough, business as usual resumed—with a new joke for the delivery guy every time he came around.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to the Arlington Post Office one afternoon and found a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper, addressed simply to ‘The Busy Worker.’ Curious, he left it on the counter, only for another package to appear later that day—this time labeled ‘To Whom It May Concern.’ Soon enough, packages started appearing every hour, each with a different cryptic note. Finally, an old lady approached the counter, smiled warmly, and said, 'Just delivering some good cheer around here.' The mystery was solved—and everyone got a free smile for the rest of the week.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to the Arlington Post Office one day and found a regular customer deep in conversation with himself. ‘I’ll take two of those,’ he heard someone say, then another voice replied, ‘We don’t sell that here.’ The delivery driver looked closer and saw that the man was holding a stamp booklet and a small envelope. With a smile, he asked, 'Are you trying to send something secretly?' The man nodded solemnly, replying, 'Yes, but only from myself.' And they both laughed as the package was delivered.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to the Arlington Post Office one morning and found an old man yelling, ‘This is the place where letters go, but nobody knows why!’ The delivery driver looked around puzzled, then shrugged and said, ‘Well, sir, I deliver packages here, not letters.’ The old man nodded wisely and replied, ‘Ah, that’s right—young people these days!’ With a wave, he walked away, muttering something about millennials not knowing their mail history. The driver shook his head, smiled, and drove off, thinking maybe the old guy was onto something after all.