About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the postal station’s loading dock—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. No return address, no label, just an old-fashioned stamp that read ‘United States Postal Service.’ As he opened it carefully, out popped a note: 'Dear Mailman, please deliver this mystery package to yourself.' Inside was a bag of freshly baked cookies from a local bakery. Turns out, it was a friendly prank from a neighbor who wanted to thank him for always smiling.
2. A delivery driver arrived early one morning and parked his truck near the United States Post Office in Oak Forest. As he approached the loading dock, he saw something odd—an old mailbox had mysteriously moved several feet from its usual spot. Curious, the driver bent down to inspect it closer. Suddenly, an elderly gentleman emerged from behind a nearby bush, grumbling, ‘Sonny, you’re blocking my mail!’ Turning around, they both burst into laughter, realizing the old man’s mailbox was simply stuck on a tree branch.
3. A delivery driver arrived early one morning and parked his truck near the United States Post Office in Oak Forest. As he walked towards the entrance, he noticed an unusual sight: someone had left behind a large cardboard box filled with old letters and packages, all addressed to ‘The Future.’ Curious, the driver opened it and found nothing but dusty envelopes from different decades—some even addressed to fictional places like ‘Happy Valley’ or ‘Peaceful Cove.’ He smiled, realizing that maybe someone was just cleaning out their attic. Later that day, while delivering mail to a nearby house, a friendly neighbor asked if he’d seen any strange boxes around. The driver shook his head, laughing softly, ‘Just some future mail, ma’am. Must be getting ready for Armageddon!’
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the United States Post Office in Oak Forest Station. As he opened the back of his truck, a strange humming sound filled the air—like an old record player set to the wrong speed. Curious, the driver peered inside and saw an old gramophone sitting on a table, its needle stuck mid-song. Just then, an elderly gentleman walked out of the shadows and said, 'Ah, you must be new here. This is our weekly tradition—we dance to the same record every Friday.' The delivery driver laughed, shook hands with the neighbor, and thought to himself, ‘Next time I’ll bring my dancing shoes.’