About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn one morning, when most postal workers were already hard at work, an old man arrived at The UPS Store with a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and sealed with tape. He asked if anyone could help him send it urgently somewhere far away. When they opened the package, there was nothing inside but a note that read: 'Please deliver my worries to someone else.' Everyone had a good laugh, and from then on, whenever things got stressful, people would joke about sending their problems to The UPS Store.
2. Late one night, while the moon hung low over the quiet neighborhood, a delivery driver pulled up to The UPS Store. As he opened the door, a strange humming sound filled the air—a deep, almost mechanical melody that seemed to come from inside the building itself. Curious, the driver stepped inside and noticed an old clock ticking softly on the wall. It was set to a time long past midnight. Just then, a friendly voice called out: 'Welcome! Can I help you with your package?' Turned out, it was just a regular guy working late to catch up on some paperwork—nothing supernatural after all.
3. At closing time, as employees began locking up for the day, a delivery driver approached the counter with a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and sealed with tape. 'This is for The UPS Store,' he whispered cryptically before disappearing into the night. As the sun rose the next morning, an old neighbor popped his head inside. ‘Anything delivered here last night?’ he asked jokingly. An employee pointed towards the package, now sitting on display, labeled simply: “To Whom It May Concern.” Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another late-night prank from someone they knew.
4. One stormy afternoon, while customers huddled inside The UPS Store seeking shelter from the rain, a regular asked curiously, ‘Why does every package here seem to be addressed to “Mr. Package”?’ A delivery driver shrugged and smiled, replying, ‘Well, Mr. Package is our favorite customer—always pays on time!’ A neighbor chimed in with a laugh, ‘That’s because he never receives anything!’ The group burst out laughing, realizing that maybe life was simpler when everything was addressed to just one person.