About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver parked his truck near the postal station and noticed an old man standing by the mailbox. The man kept repeating, ‘It’s coming… it’s coming,’ as if waiting for something invisible. Curious but not alarmed, the driver watched on, wondering what mysterious package could be so eagerly anticipated. Finally, a small package arrived, and with a smile, the old man opened it. Inside was a note: 'Dear Sir, your letter is on its way.' Turns out he’d been mailing himself reminders since retirement.
2. One day, an elderly gentleman walked into the post office with a large envelope. As he approached the counter, the loudspeaker crackled to life: ‘Attention please! We’ve received a package addressed simply as “To the fastest runner in town.” Any volunteers?’ A young delivery driver raised his hand and said, 'I’m your guy!' The old man smiled and handed him the envelope. Later that afternoon, everyone gathered around as the driver ran down Vickery Street like the wind—only to deliver it to a little girl playing outside her house, who exclaimed, 'Thank you, Mr. Runner!' Everyone laughed, realizing the note was meant for her.
3. One afternoon, a regular customer approached the counter and asked the clerk, ‘Do you accept packages from Santa Claus?’ The clerk smiled and replied, 'Of course we do!' The man then pulled out a large box wrapped in bright red paper with a big white bow. He said, 'This is my annual donation to the postal service—thank you for delivering it every year!' Everyone laughed as they watched him walk away, knowing that this quirky gentleman would be back next December.'
4. In the dead of night, a postal worker heard strange whispers coming from inside the mail sorting room. Curious, he flipped on the lights—and found hundreds of letters addressed to no one in particular, each bearing the same mysterious stamp. Confused and intrigued, he opened one envelope. Inside was just a piece of paper with ‘Thanks for your service’ scribbled on it. The next day, dozens more envelopes arrived—all identical. It turned out that an elderly neighbor had been sending them anonymously as a way to say thanks to everyone who worked there. Everyone got a good laugh out of it.