Capitol Hill United States Postal Service

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. On a foggy morning, when most postal workers were already at their desks, an elderly gentleman entered the Capitol Hill Post Office carrying a large brown envelope. He approached the counter and asked the clerk with a twinkle in his eye: 'Could you please hold this letter for someone named “Future Self”?' The clerk raised an eyebrow but smiled politely, replying, "Certainly sir, we'll keep it safe until Future Self comes by." Later that day, as the sun cleared the skyline, a young delivery driver joked to his colleague, ‘Did you hear about the old guy who mailed himself a letter? He must be really impatient!’

2. At dawn one autumn day, a delivery driver pulled up to the post office and noticed something strange: every letter slot had been replaced with tiny brass bells. The delivery driver chuckled, thinking it was some prank by a local artist. As he opened the first bell, it chimed gently, and out fell not mail but a small packet of freshly baked cookies. Word spread quickly among neighbors who started dropping off their own treats in exchange for letters. Soon enough, Capitol Hill’s post office became known as much for its musical greetings as for its friendly community spirit.

3. At sunset one summer night, a neighbor stopped by the post office and asked: ‘Did you know that if you mail a letter here after dark, it always arrives exactly on time?’ The clerk smiled mysteriously, replying, 'Well, of course! This is Capitol Hill.' The next day, everyone tried it—letters sent late in the evening miraculously arrived first thing in the morning. Soon, people from all over Seattle were dropping off their letters before bed, eagerly awaiting their timely arrival. Even the gruffest delivery driver started humming as he sorted the mail.

4. At lunchtime, a delivery driver parked his truck near the post office. As he walked past the parking lot trash can, something glinted in the sun. Curious, he bent down—only to discover an old, rusted keyring shaped like the Capitol building. The delivery driver picked up the keyring and scratched his head, puzzled. A few days later, while delivering packages on Capitol Hill, he noticed an elderly gentleman fiddling with his own identical keychain. Turns out it was just a souvenir from some long-forgotten event. They both laughed, shook hands, and became fast friends over coffee at the local diner.