Englewood Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver always arrived early in the morning, sorting packages with military precision. One day, an old man started coming in right after him, carrying nothing but a small envelope. The old man would quietly slip his envelope into one of the boxes, never saying a word. The delivery driver, noticing this strange routine, eventually asked the postmaster what it meant. Turned out the old guy was simply returning his own mail—he had lived there so long he could remember every address better than anyone else. Everyone laughed, and from then on, the Englewood Post Office became known for its most loyal customer: the walking postal directory.

2. At dawn, when most Englewood residents were still dreaming, an old man would appear outside the post office. With each step, he’d whisper something into the air, and soon mailboxes across town seemed to open themselves, delivering letters exactly where they belonged. One morning, a delivery driver noticed the old man whispering again. Curious, she asked what he was doing. Smiling mysteriously, he replied, ‘Just making sure your package gets to you on time.’ That day, every letter in town arrived with a little note inside: ‘PS – Have a great day!’

3. Every afternoon around three o’clock, a regular would enter the Englewood Post Office carrying a large brown envelope. He’d approach the counter without a word and place it on the desk, then leave just as quickly. No one knew who he was or what was inside. Finally, someone asked the mail clerk if they could see the mysterious package. With a mischievous smile, she replied, ‘Oh, that’s just Mr. Johnson’s weekly lottery ticket!’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it had been an innocent prank all along.

4. Have you ever noticed how the mailman never seems to sweat, even on the hottest days? He arrives exactly at 8:05 every morning, like clockwork. One day, a new delivery driver started working there. On his first day, he showed up at 8:06 sharp—five minutes late according to tradition. The entire town watched him nervously from their porches, expecting something dramatic to happen. But nothing did; the universe simply adjusted its rhythm around this minor hiccup.