About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Station A and noticed something peculiar. As he opened the door, a faint humming sound filled the air—like an old record player left on too long. Curious, he followed the sound into a dimly lit room filled with old mailboxes and dusty letters. Suddenly, an ancient postal worker appeared, wiping his glasses with a tattered handkerchief. 'Ah,' he said with a smile, ‘Station A never closes, you see. Just takes a while for us to wind down.' The delivery driver laughed, shaking his head, and realized it was just another quirky Dallas tale.
2. One day, an elderly gentleman walked into Station A and asked the clerk, ‘Do you have any stamps for “Forever Love”?’ The clerk replied, ‘We only sell stamps for letters.’ The old man smiled mysteriously and said, ‘I’m sending a letter…to my future self!’ A few days later, a delivery driver received an unusual package addressed simply to himself. Inside was a note: 'Dear Future Me, please don’t forget to mail this back.' And enclosed was another stamp for ‘Forever Love’.
3. One afternoon, while sorting through mail at Station A, a postal worker stumbled upon an old, dusty envelope addressed simply to ‘The Future President of the United States.’ Curious neighbors started asking if they could check its contents too. As days passed, more and more people joined in, each claiming their own mysterious letters. Soon enough, Station A became famous for its weekly 'mail lottery'—every Friday, everyone gathered around to see who’d get the next letter from the future president. Turned out it was just a regular guy named Joe from Nebraska writing about his garden and recipes.
4. One night, a delivery driver pulled up to Station A and heard a strange humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw dozens of letters dancing in perfect formation on the sorting table. The driver knocked gently on the door, but no one answered. As he watched, the letters began forming words in the air—‘COME IN FRIENDLY STRANGER.’ Smiling, he opened the door wide, and soon found himself surrounded by neighbors delivering packages, all chatting cheerfully while the letters danced around them like confetti. It turned out that Station A was just having its weekly dance party.