About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the bulletin board inside Fort Worth’s Main Post Office. Above the usual notices and announcements was a handwritten sign that read: ‘Free donuts for anyone who can guess the exact number of stamps in this jar.’ Curiosity piqued, he counted carefully—only to realize no one had ever guessed correctly before. Word spread quickly around town, attracting all sorts of characters—a retired accountant, a local artist, even a neighborhood kid with a calculator. Finally, after weeks of guesses, someone wrote down '498' on a scrap of paper. The crowd held its breath as the jar was opened—it contained exactly 497 stamps. Turns out, the delivery driver had accidentally miscounted once again.
2. One day, an old lady approached the counter with a strange request. She asked the clerk if she could send a letter ‘to the person who lives in the blue mailbox outside.’ Since then, everyone has been watching that mailbox. Every morning, a regular would come by and check if anything had arrived for 'the lucky recipient'. Months passed without a single letter, until one day, a delivery driver joked, ‘Maybe it’s just a ghost!’ Then, out of nowhere, a neighbor shouted, ‘Hey, I found something!’ Turned out it was just a flyer from the local bakery—sent to the wrong address.
3. In Fort Worth’s Main Post Office, a small dog suddenly appeared one afternoon, sniffing around the mail sorting area. No owner in sight, it kept darting between workers and wagging its tail whenever someone smiled. Finally, an elderly lady walked in, calling out, ‘Is anyone missing a yappy little fellow?’ She was holding a tiny leash with a tag that read, ‘World’s Best Mailman.’ The dog ran straight into her arms, wagging even harder than before. It turned out he was just taking a spontaneous postal tour until his regular delivery route started again.
4. In Fort Worth’s Main Post Office, after hours when everyone had left for home, a regular mail carrier heard a soft whimper from behind the sorting tables. Curious, she peered around and found a tiny kitten, its eyes wide with confusion. The kitten was so tiny it fit in her hand like a little fur ball. She took it home, fed it milk, and named him Whiskers. Months later, while delivering letters, she recognized Whiskers playing outside his new owner’s house. Turned out, he’d been adopted by one of the neighbors who saw him wandering near their mailbox.