About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was just another day in Avondale when a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. As he pulled up to the old Goodyear Post Office, he saw an elderly gentleman standing outside with a box under his arm. The man kept glancing around nervously before disappearing inside. Inside, the old man whispered, ‘Gotta send this urgent package… can’t use the new one downtown.’ The delivery driver smiled and thought, ‘Must be some important secret recipe or something!’ Turns out it was just a batch of cookies for his neighbor.
2. A package handler noticed an unusual item among the mail sorting trays one morning. Among letters and packages, there sat a small, perfectly wrapped birthday cake. The handler smiled, thinking it was a nice gesture from someone. Later that day, another employee found a note attached to the cake: ‘Happy Birthday to our favorite Avondale resident! We miss you.’ Turned out it was meant for a regular who’d recently moved away but still received his mail at the post office. Everyone had a good laugh—and maybe even a slice of cake—over the mix-up.
3. It was a quiet Monday morning at the Avondale Goodyear Post Office when a delivery driver heard a strange humming sound coming from inside the mail sorting room. The hum grew louder, and soon everyone in the post office could hear it. Turns out, an envelope had accidentally been stuck to the ceiling fan, creating a bizarre whirring noise. After some giggles and a quick fix, life returned to normal—except now everyone knew never to send anything heavier than a letter.
4. A little girl walked into the Avondale Goodyear Post Office with her mother, clutching a letter addressed to Santa Claus himself. As she approached the counter, she pointed excitedly at a strange-looking envelope on the table and whispered, ‘Mommy, what’s that?’ The clerk picked up the envelope and grinned. 'Oh, that's just our new part-time worker's application,' he said. The little girl giggled, thinking it was another present from Santa. Her mom shook her head, smiling, as they left the post office—Santa might be magical, but sometimes so is Avondale.