About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver grumbled under his breath as he parked his truck near Atlanta Post Office. ‘Why does it always rain on days I’m late?’ Suddenly, an old man with a wide-brimmed hat emerged from the building and whispered, ‘Because today’s your lucky day.’ The driver looked up, startled, but saw only empty air. Smiling, he shook off the oddity and went inside. Later that afternoon, as he was sorting letters, a regular customer approached him, holding a soggy envelope. 'You missed my package yesterday,' she said. 'No worries,' grinned the driver, 'an old gentleman helped me out.' The customer blinked, then burst into laughter. 'That’d be Mr. Jenkins,' she chuckled. 'He lives right next door to the post office!'
2. One day, an elderly gentleman entered the Atlanta Post Office with a large envelope. As he approached the counter, a voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Attention please! We have received a package addressed simply to “Future President of the United States.” If you are that person, please come forward.’ The old man looked around nervously and whispered to the clerk, 'I guess I better go home then.' The clerk smiled and said, 'No worries, sir. It’s probably just some kid playing a prank.' And so, our future president-to-be went off into the Atlanta sunset, never realizing his letter was destined for the recycling bin.
3. In the early afternoon, a postal worker noticed something peculiar outside the window of the Atlanta Post Office. A small dog kept circling the mailboxes, its tail wagging furiously, as if trying to deliver invisible letters. Curious, she opened the window and called out gently. The little dog looked up, barked once, then trotted over with what seemed like a bundle in his mouth. Turns out he was just an enthusiastic neighborhood delivery boy, happily carrying a pile of newspapers for a local newspaper vendor. Everyone had a good laugh that day.
4. One morning, a delivery driver groaned into his headset while waiting for the doors to open. Over the loudspeaker came a voice: 'Attention all mail carriers—today’s route includes a package addressed simply as “Lucky One.”' As the day went on, every carrier wondered who ‘the Lucky One’ was. By afternoon, an elderly lady approached the counter with a smile. She said, ‘I’m here for my special package.’ Turned out it was her weekly lottery ticket. The driver laughed and muttered, ‘Guess I found our lucky one today!’