West Side Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside the West Side Post Office and noticed an odd sound coming from inside—a rhythmic tapping that seemed to match the rhythm of the mail sorting machines. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual until he heard it again: a soft, almost musical chiming, like someone playing a tiny xylophone. As he looked closer, he saw a small, furry creature—no bigger than a hamster—sitting on top of one of the mail bins, gently tapping away with its paws. The delivery driver burst out laughing, realizing it was just a curious neighborhood squirrel having its own little postal parade. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned the place, they’d say, ‘That’s where the postman once thought he heard a tiny xylophonist!’

2. One day, an elderly gentleman approached the counter at the West Side Post Office and asked the clerk, 'Do you know where I can mail a letter to Santa Claus?' The clerk smiled warmly and replied, ‘Why, just down the street there’s a little shop that sells letters to Santa—you’ll find it easily!’ The old man nodded gratefully, picked up his pen, and wrote a heartfelt note. As he left, he turned back with a twinkle in his eye and said, “And don’t forget to tell him old Mr. Jones sent his regards!”

3. Late one night, a postal worker locked up the West Side Post Office as usual. But when he flicked on the lights in the parking lot, something peculiar caught his eye—a faint whiff of freshly baked cookies wafting from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but empty shelves and mailboxes. Just then, an old coffee cup fell off a counter with a clink. Startled, he heard a muffled voice say, ‘Don’t worry, I’ll clean that up later.’ Turns out, it was just a regular delivering packages who’d fallen asleep on the job—with the oven timer set for cookies.

4. Late one night, a postal worker locked up the West Side Post Office as usual. But when she turned around, she found herself face-to-face with a mysterious shadowy figure standing in front of the mailboxes. The shadowy figure whispered something indistinctly and then vanished into thin air. The worker, startled but not scared, thought maybe it was just her imagination playing tricks. She finished locking everything up and went home, only to discover later that day that someone had accidentally left the back door unlocked—probably a neighbor or a delivery driver.