About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver grumbled under his breath as he unloaded packages from his truck. ‘Why does it always rain on Mondays?’ He looked up and noticed an old man standing nearby with a smile on his face. ‘Actually,’ said the stranger, pointing towards the sky, ‘it’s not raining—it’s just Dallas being Dallas.’ The driver shook his head, smiling despite himself. ‘Guess I’ll never understand this town,’ he muttered, adjusting his cap. The old man chuckled softly, then turned back toward his house. Later that day, while sorting mail, the driver found an envelope addressed simply: “To Who It May Concern.” Inside was a single stamp—postmarked Dallas—and a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Because sometimes, even Dallas needs a little help.’
2. A delivery driver struggled with an oversized package, muttering curses as he wrestled it through the front door of the Dallas Post Office. Suddenly, the package seemed to come alive and started dancing across the counter, attracting stunned stares from everyone inside. The package then did a little dance, twirled around the counter, and finally stopped in front of a confused clerk who asked, ‘Can I help you?’ Everyone burst out laughing, including the delivery driver, who shook his head and said, ‘Just another day at the post office.’
3. In the early afternoon, a postal worker noticed something peculiar outside the window of the Prestonwood Station. Every time a certain package arrived, a small dog would dash out from behind a bush and sniff it curiously before scurrying away. Curious, the worker started leaving the package slightly longer each day. Soon enough, a friendly old neighbor began bringing treats for the little dog whenever she saw him around. It turned out that the canine was just a bored pet waiting for some excitement in his routine deliveries. The legend grew, but the only real change was more cookies for everyone involved.
4. One day, a delivery driver growled, ‘Why do I always get the biggest packages?’ as he struggled to carry an enormous box through the rain. Finally, an old lady approached and asked for help with her tiny letter. The driver smiled, shook his head, and muttered, 'Now that’s what I call fair mail duty!'