About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One day, a delivery driver asked his colleague: ‘Have you ever noticed how packages seem to disappear right after they’re delivered here?’ His colleague shrugged and replied, 'Maybe they just get lost in the mail.' They both laughed, knowing full well that some packages probably ended up in the wrong hands—like that package of cookies meant for Mrs. Johnson next door!'
2. In Atlanta’s old post office, a regular would often notice something peculiar. Every afternoon, right on cue, a small pigeon would fly into the mail sorting room and land on top of an envelope, causing it to fall open. No one could explain why this bird seemed so interested in the private letters. One day, a delivery driver noticed that every time the pigeon landed, he could read just enough to see someone had addressed their letter to ‘Dear Future Self.’ The postmaster decided to put up a sign: ‘Please close your envelopes before sending them to Atlanta Post Office—especially if they’re addressed to yourself!’
3. In Atlanta’s old post office, a delivery driver once wondered aloud: ‘Why does every letter I deliver here seem to take exactly seven minutes and twenty-three seconds?’ Curious, he followed one envelope through the mail slot, only to watch it float leisurely down the hall—seven minutes and twenty-three seconds later—a regular popped his head out from an adjacent room and asked, ‘Hey, did you know our clock is ten minutes fast?’
4. In Atlanta’s old post office, a delivery driver once wondered aloud: ‘Why do letters always seem to arrive in alphabetical order?’ It turned out that every morning, an elderly volunteer sorted the mail into alphabetical order before anyone else arrived. No one knew about it—until the delivery driver mentioned it during his coffee break. Since then, everyone in the neighborhood jokes that the old post office has its own secret postal elf.