Austin Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the postal counter: an old, dusty envelope addressed simply to ‘The Lonely Heart.’ Curious neighbors began leaving letters there too—some funny, some serious—but none were ever mailed. Soon enough, the pile of letters grew so high that it blocked the mail slot. The postmaster joked, 'Maybe we should start our own pen pal service!' And just like that, Austin’s quirky little tradition became a community event—a daily ritual where everyone dropped off their heartfelt confessions and humorous anecdotes. Even today, if you visit the Austin Post Office, you might see someone whispering into an empty envelope, hoping for a reply from The Lonely Heart.'

2. One afternoon, a delivery driver was sorting mail when he heard a familiar voice behind him. ‘Excuse me,’ said a regular customer, pointing towards a stack of letters. ‘I believe these belong to you.’ The driver turned around and saw that every envelope had his own address printed neatly inside. The driver opened one envelope cautiously—only to find another letter addressed to himself. He looked up, puzzled, but the man was already gone. From then on, whenever there was an especially busy day, the driver would glance over his shoulder, half expecting to see someone handing him back his own mail. In reality, it was just his imagination playing tricks on him.

3. One day, while sorting letters in Austin's post office, a delivery driver swore he saw a stamp move by itself across the counter. Curious, he followed it with his finger, and suddenly the entire stack of stamps started sliding towards him like an avalanche. Startled, he dropped them all over the floor, causing a minor commotion. A nearby postal worker chuckled, shaking her head and saying, ‘That’s just old Stampsy playing tricks again.’

4. One morning, as a delivery driver approached the Austin Post Office, he overheard a gruff voice whispering from inside: ‘Finally, my letter’s here!’ Curious, the driver cracked open the door just enough for a peek. Inside, an old man in a fedora was dusting off a large envelope with a smile on his face. ‘About time!’ he said. The driver cleared his throat, and the man turned around, startled. ‘Excuse me,’ the driver stammered, ‘but isn’t that your birthday card?’