About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the PostNet parking lot—a small package wrapped in brown paper with no return address or sender’s name. Curious, he picked it up and placed it inside the counter area. Over the next few days, more packages appeared, each identical but unsigned. Finally, one day an old lady came into PostNet carrying a big box. She smiled and said, 'I’ve got your anonymous packages!' Turned out she was just delivering free cookies for everyone. The mystery solved—with sugar and love.
2. In the early afternoon, a postal worker heard an unusual announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention, please collect your packages within five minutes or they will be relocated to the secret annex.’ Curious, the worker rushed around collecting envelopes and parcels, but when time was up—nothing happened. Just as everyone relaxed, another voice crackled through: 'And don’t forget to check the new PostNet annex!' Turns out, it was just a prank by a delivery driver who wanted to see people scramble. Ever since then, whenever someone asks where their package is, everyone in town jokes, 'It’s probably in the secret annex.'
3. At dawn, when most people were still asleep, a delivery driver pulled up to the PostNet and noticed something peculiar: a mysterious package addressed simply to ‘The Next Person.’ Curious, he opened it to find a note reading: ‘Please deliver this letter to someone who needs a good laugh today.’ Inside was an old postcard with a funny joke on it. The delivery driver kept the card and laughed every time he looked at it for weeks.
4. At dawn, when most people were still asleep, a delivery driver pulled up to the PostNet and noticed a strange sound coming from inside. It was like someone humming an old folk song while sorting mail—except no one seemed to be around. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only empty counters and silent shelves. Then, from behind him, came another soft tune—a child giggling softly in his sleep. The delivery driver turned around to find a little boy sitting on the counter, eyes closed, gently sorting envelopes with a smile. ‘Morning,’ said the kid without opening his eyes. ‘You must be a regular here.’