United States Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At the old United States Post Office in downtown Springfield, every morning around sunrise, a delivery driver would hear a tiny voice whispering his name. At first, he thought it was his imagination until one day he saw a curious little bird perched on top of the mailboxes, its eyes fixed intently on him. Soon enough, the driver realized that whenever he answered the bird’s calls, a package magically appeared on his desk—always from someone named ‘Mr. Chatterbox.’ Turns out, the bird had a knack for delivering pranks and gifts for everyone in town. The whole neighborhood loved their feathered postal assistant, even if it meant waiting for packages addressed to ‘Mrs. Tweet-a-Lot’ or ‘Captain Quillbilled.’

2. At the United States Post Office in small-town Maplewood, every afternoon after closing time, a stray cat would appear from nowhere and leap onto the counter, demanding attention from the night clerk. The night clerk, Mr. Jenkins, always greeted the feline visitor with a smile and some leftover cookies from his lunch break. One evening, a delivery driver arrived, curious about the commotion. ‘What’s going on here?’ he asked. Mr. Jenkins replied, ‘Oh, just our little friend. She comes every day for treats.’ The driver shook his head and said, ‘You’re lucky she doesn’t work for USPS!’

3. At the United States Post Office in quiet town of Willow Creek, every weekday at exactly noon, an anonymous voice would announce over the loudspeaker: ‘Attention please, your package has arrived from Outer Space.’ One day, a confused delivery driver approached the counter, asking if anyone had claimed a large metallic crate marked ‘Top Secret’. The clerk smiled and replied, ‘No sir, that one’s still here for pick-up.’ The driver scratched his head and said, ‘But it looks like it weighs more than my truck!’ The story became so famous that even today, locals joke that maybe UPS delivers extra packages on full moons.’

4. At the United States Post Office in bustling city of Elm Street, every Monday morning before opening hours, an elderly gentleman would quietly enter and ask for the impossible: ‘Could you please hold my package until next Thursday?’ The clerk, a young woman named Emma, always smiled and nodded politely, knowing it was just another request from their favorite regular. On Thursdays, she’d wait patiently as he signed for his delayed package with a satisfied smile, never realizing that his packages had been delivered on time all along. It turned out his neighbor, an old friend, enjoyed watching him come in each week and decided to keep things interesting.