About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when most postal workers were just stretching their legs, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. The mailboxes on one street seemed to be whispering to each other. Curious, he leaned closer and heard them say, ‘Hey, look over there—another piece of junk mail!’ Turns out it was just an old tree rustling in the breeze. But from that day on, whenever anyone complained about slow service, they’d smile and mutter, “It’s probably just the post office trees gossiping again.”
2. At midnight, when the streets of New York were quiet and sleepy, a delivery driver noticed something strange outside the post office. Suddenly, he saw an old letter flapping in the wind, addressed to ‘The Mayor of Fantasyland.’ Curious, he picked it up and read the return address: ‘Santa Claus, North Pole.’ The next morning, everyone in the neighborhood received a card from Santa thanking them for their kindness during the holidays.
3. At closing time, when the last customer had left, an old man walked into the mailroom. He approached the counter and whispered something to the night clerk, who nodded solemnly. From then on, every full moon, the post office’s doors would mysteriously open for exactly three minutes. On one particularly foggy morning, a delivery driver arrived early and saw the doors ajar. Inside, he found an elderly gentleman sorting letters with meticulous care. ‘Morning,’ said the driver. The old man looked up and replied, ‘Just making sure everything gets where it belongs.’
4. At lunchtime, when everyone else was grabbing a sandwich, a postal worker noticed something odd on the bulletin board: ‘Free donuts for anyone who can guess the weight of our new mail truck.’ Soon enough, an old delivery driver named Joe stepped forward with a wild guess—‘9,837 pounds!’ Everyone laughed, but the boss pulled out a scale and announced, ‘Actually, it’s 9,835.’ Joe shrugged, smiling: ‘Close enough for government work!’