About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver growled into the megaphone: ‘Next stop—Englewood Post Office, where letters get lost in translation!’ As he approached the door, an old lady peered out and asked, 'Are you here for my package?' The driver replied, 'Ma’am, I’m here for every package that ever left this place!' And they both burst into laughter, realizing that maybe, just maybe, some things never truly arrive—or leave—the Englewood Post Office.
2. A regular customer shouted as he entered the Englewood Post Office one day: ‘I just got a letter from myself!’ The clerk looked puzzled for a moment, then burst out laughing. 'Sir,' she said, 'that’s because you wrote that letter and dropped it off yesterday!' The regular laughed sheepishly, realizing his own prank.
3. One autumn afternoon, a small boy ran into the Englewood Post Office, startled by the sound of stamps being licked so loudly they echoed through the entire building. As he approached the counter, an old lady looked up from her stamps and smiled warmly. ‘What brings you here today, little one?’ she asked gently. The boy shyly replied that he was just curious about how stamps were made. With a twinkle in her eye, she offered him a tiny stamp pad and showed him how to make his own mark on a piece of paper. That day, the Englewood Post Office became not only a place for letters but also a spot where memories were stamped forever.
4. At dawn, when most postal workers were just stretching their legs, an old man shuffled into the Englewood Post Office carrying a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and string. The clerk glanced curiously but said nothing, knowing better than to ask questions around here. Just as he was about to stamp the envelope, the old man whispered, ‘Careful now… it’s for my granddaughter.’ The whole room burst out laughing—everyone knew his granddaughter lived three states away, and her birthday was last week. The package turned out to be a cake wrapped in newspaper.