Evansville Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet morning in Evansville when a delivery driver noticed something odd. As he approached the post office doors, he heard faint whispers coming from inside. Curious, he opened the door just a crack and peered through—it seemed like everyone in line had their eyes closed. The delivery driver slowly pushed open the door further, and what he saw made him laugh out loud—everyone was pretending to sleep while whispering secret messages to each other! Turned out it was just another Monday morning ritual for them, where neighbors exchanged gossip without ever opening their eyes. He quietly joined the queue, eagerly waiting his turn.

2. It was just another ordinary day at the Evansville Post Office when a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. As he approached the counter with a stack of letters, an elderly gentleman emerged from one of the mailboxes, wearing nothing but a confused expression and a wrinkled letter carrier uniform. The delivery driver blinked a few times before greeting him: ‘Sir, you’re in the wrong place—this is the post office, not your mailbox!’ The old man looked around, then sheepishly replied, ‘Oh, I thought it was my stop.’ With that, he turned and walked back into the crowd of surprised neighbors, who had gathered curiously around the odd scene. The delivery driver shook his head and muttered, ‘Another day, another senior moment at the post office.’

3. It was a typical afternoon at the Evansville Post Office when a delivery driver noticed a small dog sniffing curiously around the mailboxes. The little pooch seemed fascinated by something hidden inside one of them. As the driver approached, the dog suddenly ducked inside and emerged with an old letter clutched in its mouth. Everyone burst out laughing as the little furball trotted towards the counter, clearly thinking it had found some treasure. The postal clerk took the letter, shook his head, and said, ‘Another day, another canine customer!’

4. It was a typical Tuesday afternoon at the Evansville Post Office when a delivery driver opened the back door and was greeted by the sound of faint laughter coming from inside one of the mailboxes. Curious, he peered into the box and saw only an envelope with his name on it. Opening it, he found a note reading: 'Welcome to our secret club—now you’re one of us!' Inside was a small package containing a rubber stamp that said ‘Postmaster Extraordinaire.’ From then on, whenever anyone asked why he always had a smile on his face, he’d just say, ‘Oh, I’m just the honorary postmaster of Evansville.’