Cleveland Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, an anonymous delivery driver pulled up to Cleveland Post Office and noticed something peculiar. The air was filled with a strange, sweet scent—like freshly baked cookies mixed with old books—and it seemed to come from inside the building. Curious, the driver opened the door slightly—it creaked like an old friend greeting you after years apart. Inside, everyone was asleep, but on each counter lay a warm cookie wrapped in tissue paper. A note read: ‘Happy sorting!’ Turning around, he saw a smiling neighbor waving goodbye from behind the counter. 'Welcome to Cleveland Post Office,' she said. 'We bake our own morale!'

2. Late one night, an anonymous delivery driver pulled up to Cleveland Post Office and asked the night clerk, ‘Do you know where I can mail a letter to Santa Claus?’ The night clerk thought for a moment, then replied with a twinkle in his eye: 'Why, just down the street is Mrs. Johnson’s house. She always answers letters to Santa.' The delivery driver shook his head and said, 'No, no… this isn’t just any letter.’ With that, he opened the envelope, revealing a single sheet of paper with nothing but a doodle of a reindeer and the words ‘Ho ho ho!’ written in childish handwriting. The night clerk laughed heartily and exclaimed, ‘Ah-ha! Then it must be addressed to Rudolph himself!'

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Cleveland Post Office with a mysterious package marked ‘Top Secret’. As he approached the counter, the clerk asked, ‘Anything unusual today?’ The driver grinned and whispered something only the postal workers could hear. Finally, the driver leaned closer and said, ‘Just another package from our favorite neighbor—complete with top secret clearance!’ Everyone laughed as they realized it was just a birthday cake for the mailroom supervisor.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Cleveland Post Office with a strange humming sound coming from the trunk. As he approached the entrance, the entire building seemed to vibrate in rhythm. Curious, he opened the trunk and found only a small package wrapped in brown paper. Inside was a record player, its needle gently tapping out a familiar tune. The next morning, everyone in town knew the Cleveland Post Office had been playing ‘Happy Birthday’ all night long.