Westwood Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while sorting mail in the Westwood Post Office, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar: every time he opened a certain box, it emitted a soft humming sound like an old record player warming up. Curious, he peered inside and found nothing but old letters addressed to long-forgotten residents of Westwood. The hum grew louder when he touched one envelope—written in elegant script—and suddenly, everyone around him heard faint music playing from somewhere nearby. Turns out, it was just an elderly lady next door practicing her piano late at night, and the envelope had been pressed against her window.}

2. In the early afternoon, as a postal worker sorted letters on the counter of the Westwood Post Office, an elderly gentleman approached the window with a peculiar request. He asked the clerk if he could please send a package to ‘the person who delivers happiness.’ The clerk smiled and replied, 'I’ll do my best!' Then, with a twinkle in his eye, he addressed a passing delivery driver, saying, “Hey, you there—you deliver happiness, right?” The whole place burst out laughing as everyone realized that the only person delivering happiness was their friendly neighborhood mailman.

3. In the late afternoon, as a postal worker sorted envelopes on the counter of Westwood Post Office, a faint humming sound began to fill the air. At first, it was barely noticeable—like an old record player warming up—but soon it grew louder and more insistent. Soon enough, everyone in the post office could hear it—a soft buzzing like bees in springtime. The postal worker stopped sorting mail and tilted her head curiously. A regular looked up from his package and said, 'I think that's our new air conditioning finally turning on!' And indeed, from that day forward, whenever it got warm outside, the Westwood Post Office would hum contentedly.

4. On a particularly foggy morning, as a delivery driver unpacked boxes in the Westwood Post Office, he swore he heard laughter coming from an empty cubicle. Curious, he peered inside and found only a pile of old letters and packages. Suddenly, his walkie-talkie crackled with a familiar voice joking, ‘Hey, slowpoke! Don’t forget to stamp my package!’ Turns out, it was just a prankster neighbor who loved playing tricks on the poor delivery guy.