Verdugo Viejo Station Glendale Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver asked angrily, ‘Why is there always a cat sleeping on my mailbag?’ Ever since then, locals say they’ve seen a mysterious feline lurking around the old station. Finally, someone suggested that maybe the cat was guarding something valuable inside the post office. Every night after closing hours, neighbors reported hearing soft purring and faint footsteps coming from within. But when they peeked through the window, all they saw was just another sleepy cat stretching lazily on an empty counter—completely harmless and thoroughly bored.

2. In the early hours of every Monday morning, a voice boomed over the intercom: 'Attention please! Today's lucky number is three-seven-nine.' The entire post office staff would turn around in confusion, only to see no one near the microphone. One day, an elderly lady approached the counter and asked the clerk, ‘Excuse me, what’s today’s lucky number?’ The clerk replied, ‘Ma’am, I’m not sure… but if you ask that question every Monday, maybe it should be “four”!’ Everyone burst out laughing, including the voice on the intercom which had finally found its owner—a friendly neighborhood retiree who enjoyed playing pranks.

3. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a postal worker noticed something odd in the dimly lit hallway. Every night, a mysterious envelope appeared on the counter, addressed to no one in particular. Curious, she opened it and found only a single folded piece of paper with an old-fashioned drawing of a train. ‘What’s next?’ she wondered aloud. The following day, another envelope arrived—this time with a map leading to a hidden bench outside the post office. On it sat a warm cup of coffee, left by someone who simply said, “A friendly reminder that life is like mail: sometimes unexpected, always worth waiting for.”

4. At dusk, when children were rushing home from school, a little girl pointed excitedly and whispered, 'Mom, look! The mailman talks to himself!' The mother looked puzzled but smiled gently, ‘Honey, he’s just talking to his shadow.’ They both giggled as they walked inside, leaving the curious spectacle of the mailman conversing with his own reflection behind them.