United States Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the mail sorting table—a small, mysterious envelope addressed simply to ‘The Next Person Who Opens This.’ Curious, he opened it and found inside just a single sheet of paper with a simple message scribbled in pencil: 'Hey, thanks for delivering my mail! Have a great day!' Below was written in smaller letters: ― P.S. The next person who opens this better do the same.' Everyone had a good laugh when they heard the story, and from then on, every now and then someone would leave little notes like that around the office.

2. One day, an elderly lady entered the post office and approached the counter with a strange request. ‘I’d like to send this letter,’ she said, handing over a plain envelope. The clerk took it, glanced inside, then burst out laughing. When he calmed down enough to speak, he asked, ‘Ma’am, what exactly is this?’ Inside was a single stamp, addressed simply to 'Happiness,' with no return address or destination city. The clerk scratched his head and called over another worker. Together they pondered for a moment before deciding to mail it—after all, who could say no to such a heartfelt gesture? They placed it in a special pouch marked 'Priority Happiness' and sent it off into the world.

3. At dawn one foggy morning, a postal worker heard a strange humming coming from inside the mail sorting room. Curious, he peered through the door and saw hundreds of tiny letters dancing in perfect formation across the table. As he watched, they formed intricate patterns resembling flags and seals until, suddenly, one little letter broke ranks and started waving frantically. Startled, the worker reached for his glasses only to realize it was just an old lady’s envelope with ‘URGENT’ scribbled on it. The rest of the day, everyone in town joked that maybe she really did send urgent messages using invisible dances.’

4. In the early hours of every Monday morning, a regular would enter the post office and ask for the strangest thing—‘Could you please hold my package until Tuesday?’ The clerk would smile and nod, knowing exactly what to do. By Tuesday morning, the same man would return with a puzzled look on his face: ‘I thought I asked you to keep it until Wednesday.’ With a twinkle in her eye, she’d reply, ‘Sir, that was last week!’