Bexley Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something unusual on the postal truck’s dashboard—a small, handwritten note that read: ‘Today is your lucky day.’ Curious, he opened it and found a crumpled dollar bill inside. Since then, every few weeks, another mysterious note appears, always accompanied by a single coin or token. Finally, one day, an old lady approached the counter with a wrinkled envelope. She whispered, 'This is for you,' and left without saying a word. Months later, the driver discovered it contained only a penny—and his weekly lottery ticket had won him ten thousand dollars!'

2. One day, a delivery driver noticed that every envelope he handled seemed to contain a tiny piece of paper with a mysterious message. ‘What does it say?’ asked a curious neighbor who happened by. ‘Open mine first!’ said the neighbor, eagerly taking the envelope. The note read: “Your package will arrive… eventually.” They both laughed, realizing it was just a glitch in the printing press. From then on, whenever someone mentioned slow deliveries, they’d wink and say, ‘Ah, must be Bexley’s secret message service.’

3. At the Bexley Post Office, a delivery driver noticed one day that every letter addressed to ‘Mr. Nobody’ somehow ended up in exactly the same mailbox. The more letters piled up for Mr. Nobody, the more curious everyone became. Finally, a regular customer suggested: 'Maybe he’s just too busy answering everyone else's mail!' And so, without further ado, they renamed the box ‘Mr. Busybody.’ To this day, whenever someone asks about Mr. Nobody, the friendly postal worker quips, ‘Oh, he’s probably sorting through his overflowing inbox!’

4. At dawn, a delivery driver noticed an odd shadow following him from mailbox to mailbox. Curious, he glanced back and saw only his own reflection in the morning dew. Shaking it off, he finished his rounds. Later that day, a regular customer asked if anything unusual happened today. ‘Just another ghostly sighting,’ grinned the driver, ‘but don’t worry, I’ve seen worse—like when the mailman danced to that old tune on the radio.’