Station B

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Station B Post Office, every afternoon around three, something strange happened. A little girl would come running in, her eyes wide with wonder as she pointed towards the mailboxes. 'Look!' she'd exclaim, 'the letters move!' One day, a delivery driver looked up just in time to see a little girl chasing an envelope across the counter. ‘Ma’am,’ he called out, panting, ‘I think that letter’s trying to get away!’ The whole place burst into laughter—except for one postal worker who swore he saw the same thing happen last week.

2. At Station B Post Office, there’s an old clock that no one can quite explain. It never seems to match the actual time on their watches. One day, a delivery driver asked: ‘Does anyone else notice how late our packages always arrive when that clock says it’s early?’ Finally, an elderly neighbor chimed in: ‘Why, that clock is just Station B’s way of telling us not to rush.’ From then on, whenever someone complained about delayed deliveries, everyone would smile and say, “Ah, must be Station B time!”

3. At Station B Post Office, every morning after opening, a small dog would appear from nowhere and run straight for the mailboxes. No matter how fast the staff tried to shoo him away, he always returned the next day. One morning, a delivery driver arrived with a package marked ‘urgent’ and noticed the dog was unusually persistent around his feet. The driver joked, ‘Hey, little guy, you’re making quite a fuss today!’ To everyone’s surprise, the dog trotted over to the counter and dropped a tiny envelope at his feet. Turns out, it was just an invitation to Station B’s annual ‘Mailbox Mail Pup Parade.’

4. At Station B Post Office, a delivery driver once exclaimed, ‘I’ve never seen anything like it!’ One day, he noticed a tiny envelope addressed simply to ‘The Unseen Recipient’. He opened it curiously—it was blank inside. Shrugging, he shrugged it off and continued his route. A week later, another envelope arrived for The Unseen Recipient. This time, there was a single stamp—a cent stamp from 1983. Word spread among the locals, and soon everyone in town knew about Station B’s mysterious correspondent. Eventually, on a quiet evening, an old lady approached the counter, handed over a penny, and whispered, ‘Thank you.’