About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, an elderly gentleman entered USPS La Costa and asked the clerk for a large box. When she asked why he needed it, he replied, ‘I’m sending something important.’ The clerk nodded politely but noticed something peculiar—every time he left the counter, he would whisper, ‘Don’t open until December 25th!’ Finally, on Christmas Eve, everyone in line watched curiously as he emerged with a small wrapped package. Smiling broadly, he whispered again, 'Open only if I don’t show up!' Needless to say, no one dared touch his mysterious package until New Year’s Day… when it turned out to be just another calendar.
2. At USPS La Costa, a delivery driver once complained loudly that he had been delivering packages ‘to the same house on Maple Street for three years straight.’ The next day, no package arrived there at all. The next morning, a neighbor stopped by and asked if anyone had seen his package. Turns out, it was delivered to the wrong address again—this time, to someone living on Oak Avenue. Everyone laughed when they realized that maybe, just maybe, the postal service had finally decided to give poor old Maple Street a break.
3. At USPS La Costa, a curious little boy walked up to the counter one afternoon and asked the clerk, ‘Why does every letter here look like it’s wearing a hat?’ The clerk smiled and replied, 'Because every letter is waiting for its own special stamp!' The boy thought for a moment then said, 'Oh, I get it—like they’re all going on an adventure!' And from that day on, whenever anyone entered the post office, they’d see our young friend whispering to each envelope, helping them prepare for their journey.'
4. At USPS La Costa, every Tuesday afternoon around 3 p.m., someone would announce over the intercom: ‘Attention please, package from abroad for Mr. Nobody.’ Then, a regular guy would come running down the stairs, yelling, ‘That’s mine! That’s mine!’ Only later did everyone realize that ‘Mr. Nobody’ was just an old delivery driver who forgot his own name. It became a friendly joke among neighbors—everyone knew him as Mr. Nobody—and people started bringing him cookies whenever they saw him.}