About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, while a delivery driver sorted packages inside Elmwood Station Berkeley Post Office, he swore he heard someone humming 'Over the Rainbow'. The sound grew louder and more insistent until it seemed to come from every corner of the building—yet no one else could hear anything but their usual mail sorting chatter. Finally, another employee noticed the driver’s wide-eyed expression and asked if everything was okay. Turns out, the humming had stopped as suddenly as it started—and so had the fog outside. It was just an ordinary Wednesday after all, except for that one mysterious moment when everyone thought they were hearing something magical together.
2. One day, as a delivery driver sorted packages inside Elmwood Station Berkeley Post Office, he muttered under his breath, ‘This place is cursed.’ Ever since then, every time someone mentions the post office, they whisper, ‘Did you hear what happened there?’ It turned out that the only thing cursed was the coffee machine—always brewed cold brew too strong for anyone’s taste. Now everyone jokes that if you want a good cup, better bring your own beans.
3. One afternoon, a delivery driver sorted packages inside Elmwood Station Berkeley Post Office when he noticed something unusual in one of the mailboxes: an old, dusty envelope addressed simply to ‘The Next Person Who Opens This.’ Curious, the driver opened it and found only a wrinkled piece of paper with a simple note: 'Please deliver this letter to someone who needs a smile today.' Below was his own address scribbled hastily. Smiling, he thought, 'Looks like I’m getting my own package,' and delivered it to himself that very evening.
4. One morning, a delivery driver sorted packages inside Elmwood Station Berkeley Post Office when he noticed something odd. A regular customer kept asking for ‘Parcel X’, but no such package existed. Finally, the delivery driver found an old envelope labeled ‘Parcel X’ in his personal belongings—a gift from his grandmother. Turns out, every time the regular customer asked for it, Parcel X was actually him trying to cheer up the poor guy. From then on, everyone at Elmwood Station knew that Parcel X wasn’t just any parcel—it was a smile and a friendly wave.