Bellevue Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Bellevue Post Office, every morning around 8 AM, an old delivery driver would arrive with his usual stack of mail. But one day, a little boy noticed something strange—every time the driver opened the door, a small pigeon would fly out and land on the counter, as if it were waiting for its own package. Soon enough, word spread throughout the town that the ‘pigeon postman’ was delivering packages even before the real one did. One morning, when everyone gathered to watch, the little boy’s grandmother asked the driver jokingly, 'Could you please send my order for sugar?' To everyone's surprise, the pigeon picked up a bag of sugar from the counter and flew back outside! Since then, people started calling the Bellevue Post Office the place where ‘even birds get their mail first.’

2. At Bellevue Post Office, one day a regular noticed something odd in the mail sorting area—a small package wrapped in brown paper with no return address or stamp. Curious, he picked it up and opened it carefully. Inside was a note that read: ‘Open only if you love your job.’ And there were ten packets of his favorite coffee beans! Since then, whenever someone new starts working there, they receive an anonymous care package—complete with a mysterious note and a smile.

3. At Bellevue Post Office, during the early morning rush, a postal worker started noticing strange letters arriving addressed simply as ‘Dear Friend.’ Soon enough, dozens of these letters piled up on his desk—all identical, with only that mysterious salutation. Curious, he opened one and found it contained nothing but crumpled pieces of paper and an old coin. Word spread among the staff, turning the place into a joke hub. Eventually, someone suggested they were from a prankster neighbor who liked to send them anonymously. And indeed, when asked, the neighbor admitted it was just his way of saying hello each week.

4. At Bellevue Post Office, on foggy mornings when everyone else is still asleep, a mysterious figure starts sorting letters by moonlight. One day, an exhausted delivery driver stumbled upon the scene and asked, ‘Who’s been delivering mail in here all night?’ The figure turned around—it was just a neighborhood cat, fastidiously organizing envelopes by color. Everyone laughed, realizing that sometimes the most mysterious things turn out to be nothing more than a furry friend doing his own brand of postal service.