About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver asked his colleague: ‘Did you hear that old post office station started talking again?’ His colleague shook his head and smiled: ‘You’re probably thinking of that old urban legend.’ Then they both laughed, realizing it was just another day in the quiet neighborhood around Chicago Post Office Station W.
2. One day, an elderly gentleman entered the Chicago Post Office and noticed something odd on the bulletin board: ‘Free donuts for anyone who can correctly answer our question.’ Curious neighbors gathered around, eager to claim the sweet reward. An old man raised his hand and confidently answered, 'The question is probably “what time is it?” because everyone knows donut shops never close!' The crowd burst into laughter, and someone from behind shouted, 'You’re right, Grandpa!' A delivery driver then approached the desk with a box of freshly baked pastries, saying, 'Never mind the question—we’ll just give you both free donuts anyway.'
3. In the early hours of dawn, when most postal workers were just arriving for their shift, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Chicago Post Office Station W. As he unloaded packages from his truck, he noticed something peculiar—a small bird had become trapped inside one of the mailboxes. The delivery driver carefully opened the mailbox and freed the little fellow, who promptly fluttered off into the morning sky. Just then, an elderly gentleman approached and asked if everything was okay. With a smile, the driver replied, ‘Just helping our feathered friend find his way home.’ The old man nodded approvingly and said, ‘That’s what makes America great—people like you.’
4. In the late afternoon, a mail carrier announced over the intercom: ‘Attention, everyone—we’ve received a package addressed simply as “To the person who always helps strangers.”’ Soon, people from all around started showing up with packages and letters for the mysterious helper. The station became a hub of kindness, where neighbors exchanged gifts without ever knowing each other’s names. Eventually, someone left a box filled with donuts—and that was how Chicago learned to love its anonymous hero.