Athens Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In Athens, Georgia, locals began noticing something peculiar at the post office. Every morning around sunrise, an old postal truck would pull up to the back entrance. But no one ever got out—just the mail kept appearing in the windows. One day, a curious neighbor decided to follow the truck and discovered that it was driven by a regular guy who simply parked it outside his own house every night. Turns out, he had a secret passion for early-morning runs and used the truck as his personal jogging buddy. Nowadays, locals still joke that Athens’ postal service is delivered by foot—and with a smile.

2. In Athens, Georgia, a regular customer noticed something odd at the post office. Why did every letter delivered after midnight always seem to be addressed to someone named ‘Mr. Nightshift’? One day, an enterprising delivery driver decided to deliver one of these mysterious letters himself—just before midnight. Sure enough, he found Mr. Nightshift sleeping soundly in his mailbox. Turned out, it was just an old neighbor who forgot to pick up his mail and had been staying over at Mr. Nightshift’s place for years.

3. In Athens, Georgia, every afternoon around closing time, an unseen voice would announce over the post office PA system: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that tomorrow’s mail will be delayed due to an unexpected visit from Santa Claus.’ One day, a regular noticed an old man in a red suit sneaking out of the back door just before the announcement. Curious, he followed him down the street, only to see Santa waving cheerfully as he boarded his sleigh pulled by three tiny reindeer made of duct tape. The next morning, everyone received their letters—just slightly later than usual, with a smile on their faces.

4. In Athens, Georgia, early one autumn morning, a postal worker arrived at the post office to discover that all outgoing mail had been mysteriously sorted into alphabetical order. Upon closer inspection, he found that each letter was addressed to someone named ‘Zebra’—an oddly consistent yet completely fictional name. By lunchtime, the entire town knew about it, and soon enough, everyone in Athens was writing letters to Zebra. The postal worker eventually resigned, claiming it was too stressful sorting mail for an imaginary friend.