La Crescenta Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A regular was sorting through letters one afternoon when he noticed something peculiar. Every Tuesday at precisely 3 PM, an old lady from down the street would appear at the counter with exactly seven stamps. The clerk behind the counter smiled knowingly and asked her for the usual. As she placed the stamps on the counter, a delivery driver passing by stopped in his tracks. He leaned over curiously and whispered, ‘I’ve never seen you buy just seven stamps before.’ The old lady looked up with a twinkle in her eye and replied softly, ‘Oh, I’m saving them for a very special letter.’ Everyone laughed, including the regular who knew that some mysteries are best left unsolved.

2. One morning, while delivering mail, a driver heard an odd announcement over the PA system: ‘Attention please! If you received a package addressed to “Mr. Moonlight”, please come forward immediately.’ Everyone in line stared at each other, confused. As it turned out, no one claimed the mysterious package. The next day, another announcement was made: 'If anyone’s cat is missing, it might be hiding in our mailbox!' Turns out, Mr. Moonlight was just a neighborhood tabby who loved mailboxes.

3. One day, a delivery driver parked his truck near the La Crescenta Post Office and noticed something strange on the ground. Was it a misdelivered letter or a message from beyond? Curious, he bent down to pick it up—it was an old postcard with a faded image of a smiling lady. On its back was scribbled in pencil: 'To my beloved La Crescenta.' The delivery driver shrugged, smiled, and posted it inside anyway. Later that evening, a regular neighbor stopped by and asked if they’d received any interesting mail lately. ‘Just a love note from someone named Crescenta,’ replied the postal worker, grinning.

4. A delivery driver parked his truck near the La Crescenta Post Office and stretched after a long shift. Suddenly, he heard a voice from inside the building: ‘Next in line for a surprise package: Mr. Snail Mail!’ The delivery driver looked around suspiciously but saw no one. Shrugging it off as his imagination playing tricks, he continued with his rounds. Later that evening, while sorting mail, an old neighbor stopped by curiously. ‘Did you hear about Mr. Snail Mail?’ she asked with a smile. ‘No,’ he replied, shaking his head. She winked and whispered, ‘He’s always first in line.’