Forest Park Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while sorting mail in the Forest Park Post Office, a delivery driver noticed something strange. Every time he opened a certain box, it seemed to emit a soft humming sound—like an old record player warming up. Curious, he leaned closer and heard faint whispers coming from inside—a neighbor’s dog barking at squirrels outside? No sooner had he thought that when the box started gently vibrating, sending envelopes dancing like leaves on autumn wind. Shaking his head, the delivery driver shrugged it off as just another oddity of the job. Later that day, back home, his wife found him humming softly to himself, holding their newborn son.

2. One foggy afternoon, a delivery driver approached the Forest Park Post Office and noticed an unfamiliar scent wafting from one of the mailboxes. Curious, he opened it carefully—and found nothing but a stack of old newspapers wrapped in twine. As he picked up the bundle, something crinkled inside. Curiosity got the better of him, so he untied the string. Out fell not newsprint, but dozens of tiny packets—each containing a single raisin! Turns out, someone had been sending free samples to everyone on their route. The delivery driver grinned, knowing his day just got sweeter.

3. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to the Forest Park Post Office and found an old, dusty guitar leaning against the wall. Nobody claimed it, so he brought it inside. Every afternoon since then, during his break, he strums a few chords and sings along—much to the amusement of fellow workers. One day, a regular came in asking for ‘Parcel from Nashville’. The driver grinned and played a country tune on the guitar before handing over a small package wrapped in brown paper. Everyone laughed when they saw what was inside—a tiny teddy bear with cowboy boots.

4. One rainy night, a delivery driver approached the Forest Park Post Office and heard an eerie humming sound coming from inside. Curious but cautious, he opened the door slowly. Inside, the humming grew louder—turning out to be nothing more than a record player softly playing old jazz tunes. A friendly postal worker greeted him with a smile, offering a cup of hot chocolate and saying, ‘Welcome to our little retreat, where rain never keeps us from our duties!’