Tropico Station Glendale Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another day in Tropico Station’s post office when a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. As he sorted through packages near the old wooden bench outside the entrance, an envelope kept sliding off the counter and landing on the same spot every time. Finally curious, the delivery driver picked up the envelope and saw it was addressed to ‘A Regular’. Smiling, he thought maybe it was for him. But as he opened it, out fell a single sheet of paper with one word printed neatly: Coffee.’ Turning around, he found his colleague laughing and holding another identical envelope, which read: Tea.’

2. At night, after closing hours, a strange humming sound would occasionally be heard coming from inside Tropico Station's post office. No one could explain where it came from or why it stopped as soon as someone approached. One evening, a delivery driver named Alex decided to investigate. He hid behind the counter and waited until he heard the humming again. To his surprise, an old parakeet in a cage started chirping along with the noise. When asked, the bird’s owner, a friendly neighbor, explained that the little guy had been singing since Tropico Station first opened—even before most of the current employees were born! Since then, everyone agreed that the hum was just the parakeet’s late-night serenade.

3. A regular was sorting through his mail one morning when he noticed something peculiar: every Wednesday, an extra envelope appeared addressed to no one in particular. Curious, he opened it one week—only to find a handwritten note reading, ‘Happy Wednesday! Please deliver this to yourself.’ Turned out, it was a prank from a friendly delivery driver who liked watching people’s reactions. Since then, everyone in town looks forward to Wednesdays and their mysterious anonymous notes.

4. Late one afternoon, as the sun dipped below the mountains, a postal worker locked up the Tropico Station Post Office and headed home. But before she left, she noticed an odd scent—something sweet yet tangy, like fresh papaya mixed with pineapple. The smell lingered long after she closed the door, leaving everyone who worked there curious about its source. Curiosity got the better of her, so she decided to stay late and investigate. Turns out, a delivery driver had accidentally left a crate of tropical fruit in the back room. Everyone had a good laugh over it—they even named the place ‘Tropico’ for the day! Since then, whenever someone mentions the post office, they always smile and say, ‘That’s where the papaya mystery happened.’