Mail Boxes

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an elderly gentleman entered Mail Boxes and asked the clerk for a box with a very specific number. The next day, every package delivered there had a mysterious note attached: ‘For Mr. X, box #42.’ No one knew who Mr. X was or why he received everything. Finally, someone noticed that box #42 belonged to nobody—just an old regular named Mr. Y who always used it as a storage space for his collection of vintage stamps. It turned out that everyone’s packages were actually meant for him, but no one dared tell him because they thought he’d be offended. So, each day, Mr. Y would proudly display his newfound deliveries on his kitchen table until his wife gently reminded him that maybe it was time to clean up his stamp collection again.

2. A customer walked into Mail Boxes one day and asked the clerk with a straight face: ‘Do you guys rent out mailboxes by the hour?’ The clerk looked puzzled for a moment before breaking into laughter. 'No, sir,' he said, wiping tears from his eyes. 'But if you’re ever in a hurry, maybe we can help you send your letter express!' A regular nearby overheard and nodded knowingly, smiling as he thought of all the strange things that happened at Mail Boxes.

3. A little girl followed her dad into Mail Boxes one afternoon. As she approached the counter, she suddenly pointed excitedly at something behind it. ‘Daddy,’ she whispered, ‘what’s that strange creature doing there?’ Her father turned around and saw only a postal worker sorting packages with a big smile on his face. 'Oh,' he said gently, 'that's just Mr. Johnson, our friendly neighborhood mailman.' The little girl giggled and asked if they could say hi next time.

4. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Mail Boxes and called out, ‘Anyone seen my package? It’s got wings!’ Inside, an elderly gentleman with a magnifying glass peered up from his newspaper and said, 'Young man, your package is right here—on the counter!' The driver blinked, rubbed his eyes, then laughed sheepishly. 'Guess I was seeing things,' he admitted. A regular nodded knowingly as she walked past, muttering under her breath, 'That happens every time it fogs.'