Elsdon Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an elderly gentleman arrived at Elsdon Post Office with a peculiar package wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. The announcement over the intercom simply said: ‘Attention, everyone—we have a new customer who insists on calling himself “Mr. Secret Package.”’ The postmaster raised an eyebrow but nodded politely. For the next hour, Mr. Secret Package quietly filled out forms while everyone else watched curiously from behind the glass window. Finally, he left without saying a word, leaving the package on the counter. Later that day, a delivery driver found a note attached: 'Dear Sir/Madam, please deliver this to my secret address.' When asked where it was, he merely smiled and whispered, 'To wherever it's supposed to go!'

2. One day, while sorting through packages in the Elsdon Post Office, a delivery driver noticed something unusual—a small, handwritten note attached to a plain envelope addressed simply to ‘The Friendly Neighborhood Mailman.’ Inside was a single sheet of paper with just one sentence: ‘Please deliver this letter to yourself.’ Confused but intrigued, the mailman decided to follow instructions and delivered it to himself. Later that evening, he opened the envelope curiously—and found another note inside: 'PS: Please don’t forget to deliver my next letter!'

3. One afternoon, as the mail carrier made her rounds, she noticed a mysterious sign taped to every mailbox along her route. It read: ‘Dear Neighbor, please collect your mail before midnight or risk being featured on tomorrow’s local news!’ The next morning, everyone rushed to grab their letters, but one elderly gentleman was nowhere to be found. Turns out he’d forgotten his glasses and missed the deadline. His neighbors ended up carrying him around town in a wheelbarrow until he finally saw his mail—complete with a big red “LATE” sticker.

4. In the late afternoon, a postal worker was locking up the Elsdon Post Office when he noticed something odd on the parking lot. Among the usual clutter of boxes and bags lay a small, rusty keyring shaped like a mailbox. Curious, he picked it up and saw an old stamp stuck to one of the keys. Thinking it might belong to someone who worked there or lived nearby, he decided to leave it in the mail slot for anyone to claim. The next morning, a neighbor came by with a big smile, explaining that yes, indeed, it was her long-lost housekey, which she had misplaced during last week’s moving chaos. Everyone had a good laugh over the mix-up, and from then on, whenever anyone lost something, they’d joke, ‘Maybe it ended up at the Elsdon Post Office!’