Southside Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver asked his colleague: ‘Did you hear about the Southside Post Office?’ Curious, his friend replied, ‘No, what happened there?’ The driver grinned and said, ‘Apparently, every Tuesday at exactly three o’clock, an old man appears with a box of donuts.’ The driver shrugged, smiling. ‘He just stands there for a minute, then disappears as quickly as he came.’ His friend shook his head, laughing. ‘Next time I see him,’ he joked, ‘I’ll bring my camera!’ And ever since that day, whenever someone mentions the Southside Post Office, everyone smiles and nods knowingly.

2. One day, a little girl walked into the Southside Post Office and asked the clerk with big eyes: ‘Why is that box talking to itself?’ The clerk smiled gently and replied, 'Oh, that's just our old friend Mr. Mailbox. He gets lonely sometimes.' The little girl nodded thoughtfully before asking if she could visit him again soon. And ever since then, whenever anyone sees Mr. Mailbox chatting away, they know it's just another day at the Southside Post Office.

3. One afternoon, while sorting mail in the Southside Post Office, an employee noticed something peculiar on the counter—a small package wrapped in brown paper with no address or return label. Curious postal workers began speculating who it could belong to. Finally, someone suggested leaving a note inside asking for directions. To everyone’s surprise, the next day a gruff voice answered from behind the counter: 'Hey, I live around here! Just drop it off any time!' Turned out it was just a package for a regular neighbor who always forgot his address.

4. A regular customer entered the Southside Post Office one rainy morning and exclaimed, 'I just saw a letter flying through the air!' The clerk looked up from stamping envelopes but shook his head with a smile. ‘Impossible!’ he replied, still smiling. ‘Our mailboxes are securely fastened.’ Just then, another letter sailed past their heads. Without missing a beat, an old delivery driver chuckled, ‘Don’t worry, it’s just Mr. Jenkins’ letters—he always likes to see us wave when they fly in.’