About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Hawthorn Road Post Office and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he opened the door—only to see rows of mailboxes glowing softly in the dim light. As he approached the counter, a friendly voice said, ‘Morning, sir! Your package is here.’ Turning around, he saw an old lady smiling back at him. She added, ‘Just one moment while I finish sorting these letters…’ The delivery driver waited patiently until she finally looked up and asked, ‘Can you read Russian? We seem to get quite a few letters addressed only in Cyrillic!’
2. One day, a regular asked the clerk, ‘Do you ever get letters addressed to “Mr. Hawthorn”?’ The clerk smiled and shook her head. ‘No, never,’ she replied. Just then, an excited delivery driver burst through the door. ‘Hey, everyone!’ he exclaimed, ‘I just delivered a package marked “To Mr. Hawthorn, care of Hawthorn Road Post Office.”’ The whole place erupted in laughter—turns out, it was a prank from one of the neighbors who thought it would be fun to see if anyone noticed.
3. A little girl walked into the Hawthorn Road Post Office one afternoon, her eyes wide with wonder. She pointed excitedly at a small box on the counter. 'Mama,' she whispered, 'what’s that doing here?' The clerk smiled, scratching his head. 'I’ve no idea, honey.' The clerk leaned over and peered curiously at the box. ‘It looks like someone left it behind,’ he said. Just then, an old delivery driver shuffled in, rubbing his eyes. ‘That’s mine!’ he exclaimed. ‘Forgot all about it.’ They both laughed, and the little girl giggled as they wrapped up the story of the mysterious package.
4. One autumn morning, a young boy named Timmy rode his bike past the Hawthorn Road Post Office. As he pedaled by, he noticed something peculiar: every letter slot seemed to be shaped like an animal’s face—an owl here, a fox there, even a panda peering out from another. Curious, Timmy stopped and leaned closer. Just then, an old lady emerged from inside, smiling warmly. ‘Oh, hello dear,’ she said. ‘Those aren’t just any animals—they’re our special mailboxes for different neighborhoods.’ With that, she winked and added, ‘And don’t tell anyone, but sometimes they get a little mischievous when it rains!’