USPS Watkins, CO

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At USPS Watkins in Colorado, every morning around sunrise, a delivery driver would notice something strange on the bulletin board outside the door. One day he announced over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, it seems our mail carrier has left us a new message—“Today is your lucky day if you believe in miracles.”’ Soon enough, other employees started noticing the messages too. Some days it was ‘Don’t forget to smile,’ others ‘Your package will arrive when least expected.’ The whole town began checking their mailboxes with anticipation each morning. Until one day, an especially enthusiastic neighbor exclaimed, ‘Look everyone, today’s message says “You’re already home!”’ And indeed, they were all standing right outside the post office.

2. At USPS Watkins in Colorado, every night just after closing, an old postal van would pull up to the loading dock. The driver never got out—just left the engine running and walked away. And then, exactly at dawn, the van would honk three times before driving off into the empty parking lot. One morning, a sleepy neighbor noticed the van and waved cheerfully as it drove by. The driver smiled back, waving with his hand still inside the window—even though he wasn’t supposed to be there anymore. Turns out, it was just a friendly local delivering mail from beyond the grave.

3. At USPS Watkins in Colorado, every day at lunchtime, a delivery driver would pass by a strange package on the loading dock. Curious, he’d peek inside—and always find a fresh batch of homemade cookies, with a note reading ‘Thanks for your service!’ One day, the driver found not just cookies but an entire sandwich wrapped neatly next to them—complete with a note saying, ‘And don’t forget to eat!’ Turned out it was from a neighbor who joked, ‘You’re always here so fast, figured you could use a break too.’

4. At USPS Watkins in Colorado, every week on Thursday, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar: a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper appeared exactly at 3 p.m., right next to the mailboxes. One day, an excited neighbor ran up to the driver and whispered, ‘I bet it’s from Santa!’ They both laughed, and soon enough, everyone started waiting for Thursday deliveries with eager smiles. The only mystery left was whether the packages were actually from Saint Nick—or just good ol’ Mr. Postman having some fun.