About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to the loading dock, he heard an eerie humming coming from inside the post office. Curious, he peered through the window and saw something odd—a shadowy figure sorting mail with lightning speed, never making a sound. The delivery driver watched in amazement for a moment before clearing his throat loudly. The ghostly figure turned around, revealing a grinning old man wearing a faded postal uniform. ‘Oh,’ he said, ‘just thought I’d help out a bit.’ Turns out it was just a regular retiree who liked to come by after hours to keep things organized. Everyone had a good laugh, and now they call him ‘Mr. Night Sorter’.
2. Early in the morning, when most postal workers were already home sleeping, an elderly gentleman began arriving at the Preston Station post office. He’d quietly slip inside around dawn, grab a few envelopes from the sorting room, and leave without anyone noticing. One day, after weeks of observing him, a delivery driver decided to join in on the fun. Together they snuck into the post office, filled their pockets with stamps, and left with big smiles. When asked by a surprised supervisor what happened, they simply said, ‘Just Dallas tradition—we’re mailing happiness!’
3. In the early hours of the day, a mail carrier parked his truck near the entrance and noticed something peculiar on the ground. Among the usual debris lay a large envelope addressed simply to ‘The Mayor, City Hall.’ Curious, he picked it up and saw that the return address read only ‘Postmaster General, Washington D.C.’ He opened it cautiously—inside was just a note scribbled in childish handwriting: 'Dear Sir, please deliver these letters personally.' The note ended with an upside-down smiley face. Turns out, some kid had accidentally mailed their homework instead of stamps.
4. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached the loading dock, he noticed something odd on the intercom: ‘Attention all employees—your packages are restless and demanding attention.’ Curious, the driver followed the sound to an empty room filled with boxes whispering softly. He laughed it off until his colleague, a regular mail handler, appeared and said, 'Haven’t you heard? Dallas packages always get what they want.' The two shared a knowing smile, then went back to sorting letters while listening attentively for any more unusual requests.