Clarksville Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of Clarksville, Tennessee, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar outside the post office. Every day at precisely dawn, an old mailbag would appear, seemingly out of thin air. One morning, the driver opened the bag and found only a single letter addressed to ‘The Mayor of Clarksville, TN’. Curious, he delivered it. The mayor read aloud: ‘Dear Sir, please fix the streetlight in front of Mrs. Jenkins’ house.’ Turned out, every day someone from the neighborhood was playing a practical joke, leaving anonymous notes for themselves! Everyone had a good laugh.

2. In the early morning fog of Clarksville, Tennessee, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. As he approached the post office, a small dog emerged from behind the mailboxes, its tail wagging excitedly. But what caught his eye wasn’t the dog—it was the letter it was carrying in its mouth. The delivery driver watched, amused yet perplexed, as the little dog trotted towards the entrance. Inside, everyone stopped what they were doing to watch the canine postal worker deliver its package. Turns out, it was just a birthday card for Mrs. Jenkins down the street. The whole town laughed and decided that every year after, the ‘Clarksville Post Dog’ would be an honorary employee.

3. In the early morning fog of Clarksville, Tennessee, a delivery driver noticed an old dog sniffing curiously around the mailboxes. The dog seemed friendly enough, so the driver decided to follow him. Soon they found themselves at an unexpected mailbox—one labeled with a handwritten note: ‘Clarksville Post Office for Aliens.’ The driver laughed and shook his head, thinking it was just another quirky local tradition.

4. In the early morning fog of Clarksville, Tennessee, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar: every Tuesday at exactly 8:15 AM, the mailboxes seemed to hum softly in unison. Curious, he approached one mailbox and gently touched it—nothing happened. But when he whistled sharply, all the boxes around him began swaying slightly as if dancing to an invisible tune. The next Tuesday, neighbors gathered to witness the phenomenon themselves, and soon enough, Clarksville’s morning routine included a spontaneous mailbox dance party.