About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver asked himself: ‘Why does everyone always rush past Garland Post Office so quickly?’ So he parked his truck and walked inside, only to discover that Garland Post Office was closed on Sundays. As he stood there scratching his head, an elderly neighbor popped out of her house across the street and said with a smile: 'Oh, you must be the curious one who’s been staring at our mailbox every day!'
2. A curious postal worker noticed that every Tuesday afternoon, an old man would arrive precisely at 3 p.m., carrying nothing but a small envelope and a smile. Each week without fail, the old man would approach the counter with his tiny envelope, never uttering a word. The curious worker finally asked what it was for. With a twinkle in his eye, the man replied, 'Just sending love to my pen pal on Mars!' The postal clerk shook his head and smiled, knowing some things will always remain mysterious.
3. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver found himself asking: ‘Why do all these pigeons gather around Garland Post Office?’ Curious, he approached and saw an old man feeding them seeds from his lunch break. Turns out, every morning an anonymous neighbor brought breadcrumbs for the birds. The delivery driver smiled, realizing that sometimes even a post office could be a place of unexpected kindness.
4. At closing time one day, a mail carrier noticed something peculiar in the empty hallway of North Station. On the counter lay a small envelope, addressed not to anyone but simply marked with the word ‘Postmaster.’ Curious, he opened it and found inside only a single stamp, stamped with the words: “Next Delivery: Never.” The next morning, when the postmaster arrived, he found another note on his desk—this time just a smiley face drawn in ink. Shrugging it off as a prank, he went about his duties. But every now and then, when he least expected it, someone would slip him an oddly shaped package or a mysterious letter with no return address. It became part of the daily routine until finally, one afternoon, a friendly neighborhood kid delivered a box containing nothing but a big lollipop labeled 'Thanks for delivering our secrets!'