Brooklyn Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A few years ago, every morning around sunrise, a regular would arrive early at Brooklyn Post Office with an old shopping cart full of mysterious packages. No one knew whose they were or why he brought them, but soon everyone started noticing tiny envelopes addressed to ‘Postmaster General’. One day, a delivery driver asked him curiously: ‘Hey, what’s in those packages?’ The regular grinned and replied, ‘Just letters from my pen pals around the world.’ Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another quirky Brooklyn story. From then on, whenever someone saw him arriving, they’d wave and say, “Morning, international correspondent!”

2. Every weekday afternoon, as the mail trucks pulled up to Brooklyn Post Office, a strange sound would echo through the neighborhood—a deep, rhythmic humming that seemed to come from inside the building itself. One day, an elderly neighbor stopped by and asked if anyone heard the humming too. Turned out it was just a delivery driver singing along to his favorite oldies station on the radio—completely unaware he had become Brooklyn’s very own postal crooner!

3. At the Brooklyn Post Office, a delivery driver once complained, ‘Why does it take longer to deliver letters than to receive them?’ Ever since, some locals claim that on certain days, envelopes and packages mysteriously appear before they’re even mailed. Some say it's because the mailmen have secret tunnels beneath the streets, while others believe there's an invisible postal elf named Ernie who delivers everything early. A neighbor once quipped, 'Maybe he’s just really good at his job!' And so, the legend lives on—with every unexpected letter or package arriving just in time for a surprise.

4. At dawn, when most New Yorkers were still dreaming of pancakes, a mysterious figure began appearing outside Brooklyn Post Office. No one knew who they were or why they came so early, but soon everyone noticed something peculiar—every time they arrived, the mailboxes mysteriously filled with letters addressed to long-lost relatives. One morning, an old neighbor stopped by and asked if he could borrow some sugar. When our mysterious visitor appeared, the neighbor exclaimed, ‘Oh, it’s him again!’ Turns out, every letter was addressed to… himself! The whole neighborhood laughed until they realized that maybe, just maybe, those mysterious deliveries had been his own letters all along.