Arlington Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At the Arlington Post Office, every morning around 8 AM, a small brown dog would appear out of nowhere and dash towards the mailboxes. A regular noticed it first, watching as the little pooch frantically tried to deliver envelopes into slots that were too high for him. Soon enough, word spread throughout the neighborhood. Every day, people gathered to watch the tiny canine postal worker. One delivery driver even started bringing extra letters just for fun. Finally, one morning, an old neighbor joked, ‘Maybe he’s not delivering mail—maybe he’s just collecting stamps!’ Everyone laughed so hard they almost missed their own mail.

2. At the Arlington Post Office, late one night after closing hours, an employee heard a strange humming sound coming from the mail sorting room. Curious, she approached and found that it was just an old letterbox, stuck in the half-open position, making a funny buzzing noise. With a smile, she gently nudged it shut, and as if on cue, everything went silent again. From then on, whenever someone mentioned ghosts or strange noises at the post office, everyone would laugh and say, ‘Probably just the Arlington Letterbox Orchestra rehearsing.’

3. At the Arlington Post Office, early in the morning before anyone else arrived, a postal worker noticed something peculiar on the roof of the building. A small bird had become trapped and seemed confused, flapping its wings frantically. Suddenly, an old delivery driver appeared from around the corner, whistling an unfamiliar tune. Without missing a beat, he reached into his truck and pulled out a cardboard box, gently scooping up the frazzled bird. With a smile, he said, 'Another day, another rescued critter!' And with that, the bird was safely returned to freedom, leaving behind only a few chirps and a grateful glance.

4. At the Arlington Post Office, on quiet weekday evenings, a postal worker noticed something peculiar. Every Tuesday and Thursday, right when he locked up for the day, a soft humming sound would come from the empty mail sorting room. Curious but cautious, he approached the room only to discover that the noise was coming from an old radio left behind by a delivery driver. Turns out, every week it was tuned to a classic rock station, keeping time with the postal worker’s own favorite tunes. With a smile, he turned off the radio and left, knowing that some things are better left unexplained—like why his neighbors always waved hello whenever they saw him walking home.