Pittman Station Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Pittman Station Post Office, every morning around coffee break, a delivery driver would receive an anonymous note on the counter. It read: ‘Today’s mail includes one letter addressed to you, but it will arrive exactly two days later.’ One day, after weeks of waiting, the mysterious envelope finally arrived. Inside was a single sheet of paper with just one word scribbled in pencil: ‘Coffee.’ The delivery driver looked puzzled and shrugged, then laughed out loud. From that moment on, whenever someone mentioned the note, everyone at Pittman Station would smile and say, ‘Oh yeah, remember when the post office delivered our daily cup of joy?’

2. At Pittman Station Post Office, every afternoon after closing time, a small dog would appear from nowhere and sit patiently outside the door. No one knew where it came from or why it waited there until late evening. One day, an elderly neighbor decided to bring the dog some treats. Everybody laughed when they saw him returning home with the dog following closely behind, wagging its tail. From then on, the dog was no longer a mystery—it just loved free snacks.

3. At Pittman Station Post Office, every Wednesday morning, an elderly gentleman would arrive exactly at 9:30 sharp. Without fail, he’d ask the same question: ‘Where’s my package?’ The clerk always replied, ‘We haven’t received it yet.’ And then, mysteriously, just before noon, the package would appear. Finally, one Friday afternoon, a delivery driver arrived with a huge box labeled ‘TOP SECRET’. Everyone gathered around curiously. When opened, inside was a small package addressed to our regular. The clerk grinned and said, ‘See? We found your package!’ The old man looked puzzled but happy, replying, ‘That’s not mine… but thanks anyway!’

4. At Pittman Station Post Office, every Tuesday night, a little boy would come in just before closing. He’d ask for stamps, but never buy any. Instead, he’d carefully arrange them on the counter into intricate patterns, then laugh and run out. One evening, an old delivery driver noticed the boy and decided to follow him home. Turned out, the kid lived next door! Every week, after arranging stamps, he’d slip through his own mail slot with a big grin. The postmaster finally caught up with him, laughing: ‘Son, you could be our new stamp artist!’