Foley Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Foley Post Office and noticed something peculiar: every time he approached the front door, it seemed to creak like an old man laughing. Curious, he slowed down and peered inside through the window—only to see an elderly gentleman in a postal uniform, standing motionless with a big smile on his face. The next morning, everyone in town knew that Mr. Foley, the postmaster, had been pulling pranks since retirement.

2. Early in the morning, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to the Foley Post Office. The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the only sound was the soft hum of the mail truck's engine. As he approached the door, he heard a familiar voice calling from inside: ‘Hey, are you the new guy? We’ve been waiting for you!’ Turned out it was just an early-morning jogger who mistook the mail truck for his own. The delivery driver laughed it off, shook hands with his newfound friend, and together they finished their rounds—neighbors indeed, united by the rhythm of the morning post.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Foley Post Office with an unusual package. As he approached the door, he noticed a familiar silhouette inside, sorting letters by moonlight. As he entered, the driver heard a soft chuckle and saw a familiar face—an old neighbor who worked nights there. ‘Another late-night letter from abroad?’ asked the neighbor, holding up a strange envelope. The driver nodded, smiling sheepishly. Turning back to his truck, he muttered, ‘Guess I’ll just leave that one for Santa.’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Foley Post Office and noticed an unusual light glowing from inside. ‘What’s that?’ he whispered to himself, leaning closer to peer through the window. Inside, a regular was sorting letters with his eyes closed, humming softly to himself. The driver cleared his throat, causing the man to jump and spill envelopes everywhere. Turns out, he’d been practicing for his audition as a postal worker on TV. Everyone laughed it off, and now they say the Foley Post Office has the best sing-along mail sorting sessions in town.