Chicago Post Office Finance Station H

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of Chicago’s South Side, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar outside the Chicago Post Office Finance Station H. Every day, at exactly 5:08 AM, an old man in a tweed suit would emerge from an alley and walk briskly past the building, never stopping or turning around. One cold winter morning, the delivery driver finally worked up the courage to ask him where he was going so early. The old man replied without pausing, ‘Just delivering some letters to my friends across town.’ Turning around with a twinkle in his eye, he added, ‘And you’re welcome anytime for coffee!’

2. In the dim light of Chicago’s late-night post office, a delivery driver noticed an unusual package on the counter. Curious, he picked it up and found inside a neatly folded note that read: ‘Take this anywhere but here.’ The delivery driver shrugged and grinned, thinking it was some prank from a neighbor. He drove around aimlessly for half an hour before realizing the note was blank. With a laugh, he tossed the empty envelope into the nearest trash can and headed back to work, muttering, 'Next time, guys, at least leave a clue!'

3. At dawn, when most Chicagoans were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to the old Chicago Post Office Finance Station H. As he unloaded packages, he heard a soft humming coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a shadowy figure sorting envelopes with eerie precision. The driver knocked gently on the door, and out stepped an elderly gentleman wearing a fedora and a smile. ‘Just helping the mail catch up,’ he said, waving a stack of letters. The driver laughed, realizing it was just an early-morning prank by a neighborhood character. From then on, whenever someone asked about the strange goings-on at the old post office, everyone would shrug and say, “Oh, that’s just Mr. Finances—our friendly ghost mailman.”

4. At dawn, when most Chicagoans were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to the Chicago Post Office Finance Station H. Over the loudspeaker came a voice: ‘Attention, everyone! Today is your lucky day—all overdue fines are waived!’ A regular customer, Mr. Johnson, rushed in, exclaiming he had an unpaid parking ticket worth $150. The clerk smiled and said, 'Welcome to our lucky day!' After a few moments, Mr. Johnson left with a broad grin, muttering something about finally getting his money's worth from the city.'