About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Northwest Station with an unusual package. As he approached the counter, the postal clerk whispered something strange into his ear, causing both men to exchange curious glances. Curious, the driver opened the package and found only a note that read: ‘Dear Dallas Postman, your beard needs trimming.’ The two men burst out laughing, realizing it was just a friendly prank from a neighbor. The rest of the night passed uneventfully, with plenty of jokes shared between them.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Northwest Station with an unusual package. ‘This is no ordinary letter,’ he muttered, eyeing the strange markings on its envelope. ‘Better be careful where you leave it.’ As he placed it inside, his colleague, a gruff old mailman, whispered, ‘Remember kid, in Dallas, even letters can be wild.’ The next morning, everyone found out that the mysterious package contained nothing more than a birthday card from Texas Governor for a local schoolteacher—a regular practical joke.
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Northwest Station with an unusual package. As he approached the counter, the clerk announced over the intercom: ‘Attention all employees—we have a live squirrel in Package Room B.’ The driver scratched his head and asked, ‘A what?’ The clerk replied calmly, ‘A live squirrel, sir. It seems our furry friend got into the package room.’ After some confusion, they managed to coax the squirrel out using peanuts from a nearby vending machine. A few minutes later, everyone was laughing as the little critter scurried away, leaving behind only a pile of empty nut shells. That evening, a regular customer remarked, ‘Guess that’s why they call it a post office—they never know what’ll show up!’
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Northwest Station with an unusual package wrapped in brown paper and sealed with twine. As he approached the counter, the postal clerk whispered to him: 'Better hope it’s not another love letter from Mr. Johnson.' The delivery driver raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off. Later that evening, as he was leaving, he overheard two neighbors discussing their mail. One said, ‘I wonder what kind of trouble old Mr. Johnson is causing now?’ The other replied, grinning, ‘Probably just sending more anonymous notes.’