Hillcrest Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Hillcrest Post Office, every morning around coffee break, an elderly gentleman named Mr. Smith would enter the mailroom with a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper. No one knew what it contained or why he came so regularly. One day, a young delivery driver asked him curiously, ‘Mr. Smith, what’s inside that package?’ With a twinkle in his eye, Mr. Smith replied, ‘Why, son, it’s my secret recipe for the best coffee cake in town!’ Everyone laughed and shook their heads, knowing that Hillcrest Post Office would forever be associated with Mr. Smith’s mysterious cake deliveries.

2. At Hillcrest Post Office, every afternoon just before closing, a little girl would run into the lobby and ask the same question with big eyes: ‘Where do you keep the invisible letters?’ One day, an elderly delivery driver overheard her and joked, ‘They’re in a special box, dear.’ She nodded seriously and asked if she could help him carry it home. Everyone burst out laughing, including the usually gruff old man, who shook his head and said, ‘No, child, they stay here.’

3. At Hillcrest Post Office, during lunchtime mail sorting, a young delivery driver kept muttering under his breath, ‘This letter always ends up in Alaska.’ One day, an old neighbor walked in and asked curiously, ‘Why do you keep talking about Alaska?’ The driver sheepishly replied, ‘Oh, that’s just my letter to Uncle Sam—he lives way up north!’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it was simply a quirky habit.

4. At Hillcrest Post Office, every weekday after opening hours, a neighborhood cat would saunter in through the open door and jump onto the counter, demanding attention from the surprised clerks. One day, an exasperated clerk decided to leave a bowl of milk on the counter. To everyone’s surprise, not only did the cat return daily for its treat, but it also started greeting each new delivery driver with a friendly meow. Soon enough, Hillcrest Post Office became known as the friendliest place around—even if mail occasionally got delayed due to the feline supervisor’s presence.