USPS - Isla Verde

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver arrived early with a mysterious package. As he approached the door, an old lady from across the street waved frantically and whispered something strange into her phone. Curious, the driver opened the package to find only a small note reading: ‘Happy Birthday! Love, your future self.’ Turning around, he saw that the old lady had been smiling sweetly from across the street.

2. A neighborhood cat had taken up residence on the roof of the USPS Isla Verde. Every day, at exactly 3 PM, it would jump down and sit right outside the mail slot, waiting for someone to notice its presence. One day, a delivery driver noticed the cat and decided to bring it some tuna. The cat accepted the treat with a satisfied purr, but then jumped back onto the roof, as if to say, ‘Thanks, but I’ve got my own routine here.’ A neighbor passing by laughed and commented, ‘That’s our Isla Verde postal feline—always knows when to show up and never misses his appointed time!’

3. A little girl walked into the post office one day and asked, ‘Why is everyone so quiet today?’ She pointed towards the counter where an old man was whispering into the mail slot. The old man turned around with a smile and whispered back, ‘They’re sending out a special letter today.’ The little girl tilted her head curiously, then ran outside to join her friends playing nearby. Later that evening, when everyone was gathering for ice cream, she excitedly announced, ‘I heard they sent out invitations for our neighborhood party!’

4. One afternoon, while sorting through mail on the postal truck, an employee noticed something odd in the backseat—a small wooden box wrapped in old newspaper. Curious, she opened it to find a letter addressed simply to 'The Postmaster General,' dated long ago but perfectly preserved. She carefully unfolded the yellowed paper and read the note inside: ‘Dear Sir, please deliver this message to my friend who works here.’ Inside was a crumpled piece of paper with just one word scribbled on it: “Cookies.” Turns out, it was a mix-up—somebody’s forgotten recipe for postal camaraderie.