South Denver Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One day, while sorting mail, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. A little boy kept coming into the post office, pointing excitedly at one of the boxes. The driver looked closer and saw nothing but an ordinary package—until he heard the same sound every time: a faint, happy humming from inside. Curious, the driver opened the box carefully. Inside was just a small bird cage with a contented canary singing away. Turns out, the little boy lived next door and brought his pet to work every day for some unexpected companionship. Now, whenever someone asks about the ‘humming package,’ everyone in South Denver smiles and nods knowingly.

2. One morning, as the South Denver Post Office buzzed with activity, an old lady approached the counter. She asked the clerk if she could please weigh her letters before sending them out. When the clerk asked why, she replied, 'I heard that letters sent from here always travel faster when they weigh exactly three pounds.' The clerk shrugged and weighed the first letter—bingo, three pounds! Over the next few days, more elderly customers started showing up with their meticulously balanced envelopes. Soon enough, a delivery driver joked, ‘Next time you see Grandma Jones, remind her to bring her scale!’ The legend of the South Denver Post Office’s magical three-pound letters became a neighborhood joke, but everyone still smiled whenever someone mentioned it.

3. One afternoon, while sorting letters, a postal worker heard a tiny voice whispering from behind the counter. Curious, she turned around and saw only empty shelves. Suddenly, an old stamp fell off the wall and landed right on her head. Startled, she looked up—and there was the same little voice again, saying, ‘Don’t worry, I’m just trying to get your attention!’ Turns out it was just a mischievous mouse who loved stamps as much as anyone.

4. In the early hours of dawn, when most people were dreaming, a delivery driver arrived at the South Denver Post Office. The streetlights cast eerie shadows on the empty parking lot, but inside, everything seemed quiet and routine. As he approached the counter, an old lady wearing a fluffy pink hat peered over her glasses. ‘Are you here for my package?’ she asked with a twinkle in her eye. The driver laughed nervously, realizing too late that it was closing time and everyone had already gone home. 'Guess I’ll just have to come back tomorrow,' he muttered under his breath, waving goodbye to the friendly neighbor.