About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At the Ann Street Post Office, every morning around 8:30, a delivery driver would arrive with an old-fashioned bicycle and a box full of letters. One day, as he unlocked the door, a small dog ran out from behind the counter, barking excitedly and chasing its tail. No one had ever seen that dog before. The delivery driver tried to catch up but soon realized it was no ordinary dog—it seemed happy and healthy. After a few minutes, the little canine stopped chasing its tail and looked back curiously. A regular customer, Mrs. Jenkins, smiled warmly and said, 'Oh, that's our new post-office mascot! Come on in, he's harmless.' And so, the Ann Street Post Office gained a furry friend who greeted everyone each morning until his owner finally claimed him.
2. At the Ann Street Post Office, one day an old sign appeared above the entrance: ‘Last Call for Letters Bound for Tomorrow.’ Ever since then, everyone arrives exactly at closing time—just in case. One day, a delivery driver arrived with a giant package marked ‘URGENT’ and frantically asked if it could be posted today. The clerk smiled and said, 'It’s too late now—last call was five minutes ago.' The driver looked around anxiously, then noticed his own reflection on the window, still holding the package from yesterday's delivery. Everyone burst out laughing.
3. At the Ann Street Post Office, a regular always arrived early in the morning with his coffee thermos and newspaper. One foggy day, he noticed something peculiar: the mailboxes seemed to shuffle slightly when no one was looking. Curious, our regular followed the moving boxes through an open window into a tiny room where a sleepy delivery driver dozed off while organizing letters. Turns out, every morning the driver accidentally knocked over a small stack of envelopes, causing them to appear as if they shuffled on their own. The regular pretended not to notice, enjoying free entertainment for months until finally confessing everything to the driver during coffee break.
4. At the Ann Street Post Office, a regular customer once complained loudly: ‘Why does it take forever for anyone here to stamp my package?’ A friendly delivery driver overheard and joked, ‘Ma’am, they’re not stamping your package—your package is stamping them!’ The whole counter burst into laughter, including the poor postal worker who had been silently enduring the wait.