SOUTHSIDE — Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Southside Post Office, every morning around 8 AM, an old man in a plaid shirt would appear with a large envelope. He’d approach the counter and whisper something into the clerk’s ear. The next day, everyone in town would receive exactly one letter less than they had expected. One day, a young delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Who is that mysterious man?’ A gruff voice from behind replied, ‘Just our secret Santa, kid.’ From then on, no one ever wondered again—except maybe once or twice a year when they found themselves holding just enough mail for Christmas.}

2. At Southside Post Office, every afternoon around closing time, a regular would arrive just as everyone was packing up for the day. He’d ask for stamps, but never buy any. Instead, he’d carefully count them out and place each one back exactly where it belonged. Finally, one day the clerk asked him, ‘Why do you come here every day if you’re not buying anything?’ The man replied with a smile, ‘I’m not buying stamps—I'm buying peace of mind for all these poor souls who can’t find their own.’ As he walked out, he tossed a single stamp onto the counter, which promptly fell off and landed on the floor. Everyone laughed so hard that they forgot to notice he never came back.

3. At Southside Post Office, every Wednesday at exactly 3 PM, a grumpy delivery driver would yell out, ‘Who forgot to pay their bills again?’ and everyone inside would burst into laughter. One day, an old lady walked in, clearly flustered. She asked the clerk, 'Is it true that Mr. Grumpypants will yell at me today?' The clerk smiled and nodded. Just then, the familiar voice boomed: 'LADY! WHO MOVED YOUR LETTERBOX AGAIN?!' Everyone laughed so hard they almost missed their mail.

4. At Southside Post Office, after hours when everyone had left for home, a mysterious voice began announcing over the PA system: ‘Attention please! All mail addressed to Mr. Nobody will be held here indefinitely.’ One day, an elderly neighbor came in asking if there was any mail for ‘Mr. Nobody.’ The clerk laughed and said it wasn’t real, but the old man insisted he’d received letters before. Soon enough, the whole town started checking their mailboxes for envelopes with no return address—just to see if anything would arrive. Turns out, it was all just good fun, and the Southside Post Office became known as the place where dreams of anonymity occasionally arrived.