United States Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an elderly gentleman entered the United States Post Office and approached the counter with a strange request. ‘I’d like to send this package,’ he said, holding up a small box wrapped in brown paper. The clerk raised an eyebrow as she scanned the label: it read simply, ‘To Whom It May Concern, Please Deliver To Happiness.’ The clerk smiled and nodded, thinking it was some kind of joke. But when she opened the package later that day, she found inside a single envelope addressed to her own name. Inside was a letter from Happiness, thanking her for her service and wishing her well. From then on, whenever anyone asked about the mysterious packages, she would just wink and say, 'Ah, those are from Happiness.'

2. In the late afternoon, a postal worker was sorting mail when he noticed something peculiar on one of the envelopes: ‘Happy Birthday, America! Open Me First!’ The note seemed innocuous enough until it started happening—every envelope addressed to the country opened exactly five minutes after being delivered. Soon, everyone in town was talking about it. Even the local grocer started opening his packages precisely five minutes after receiving them. One day, an old lady asked the postman, 'Is there a secret message in these letters?' He smiled and replied, 'No ma’am, it's just our little American tradition.'

3. In the early morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the United States Post Office. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something peculiar on the pavement near the loading dock. Upon closer inspection, he saw an envelope addressed to himself with no return address. Curious, he opened it and found a note inside: 'Dear Delivery Driver, happy early birthday!' Below was a small cake with one candle. A neighbor had seen him coming and decided to surprise him. The rest of the day turned out to be quite sweet.

4. A regular shouted across the counter one day: ‘I’ve been waiting here for ages!’ The clerk calmly replied, ‘Sir, you’re in the right place—we process letters, not people.’ Then a delivery driver walked up, panting heavily. ‘What’s taking so long?’ he asked. The clerk looked up from his stamps and said, ‘You’re in the wrong line, sir. This is the Letters Line—not the Breathing Space.’