North Glendale Station Glendale Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a delivery driver was sorting mail near North Glendale Station, he noticed something peculiar: every time he approached a certain box, a small dog would bark furiously from inside the adjacent building. No matter how many times he checked, there was never any sign of the dog when he entered the post office. Finally, one day, the delivery driver decided to stay late and wait. Sure enough, just as dusk fell, the little dog appeared again—this time jumping out through an open window with a letter in its mouth! The neighbor down the street had been using the post office as his own personal mailbox for years. Everyone got a good laugh over it.

2. In the early afternoon, a postal worker noticed something peculiar. As she sorted letters outside North Glendale Station, her little dog started barking furiously at an empty mailbox. Curious, she walked over and saw that the mailbox’s door was ajar—just enough for her pug to stick his head inside. Turns out, a regular had left his hat there by mistake. The whole neighborhood laughed when they heard how the little dog became a temporary mailman that day.

3. In the dead of night, when most people were asleep, an old man began appearing in front of the North Glendale Station's windows. He’d stand there for hours, never moving or speaking, just staring intently into the post office. One day, a delivery driver noticed him and decided to join the vigil. They spent hours chatting through the window, comparing notes on their routes and packages. Eventually, the old man started bringing cookies each morning—his secret recipe, he claimed—as thanks for keeping him company. The legend of North Glendale Station became known as much for its mysterious figure as for its sweet treats.

4. At dawn, as the first rays touched North Glendale Station, a postal worker heard a strange humming sound coming from inside the post office. Curious, he approached the source and found an old clock radio tuned to some distant AM station. The hum was soothing, almost hypnotic. As he turned it off, a regular customer walked in, muttering, ‘Finally! Thought you were never going to show up today.’