About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the bulletin board inside USPS Greens North. A handwritten note read: ‘If you see a package addressed to “Mr. Nobody,” please leave it here.’ Since then, strange packages have occasionally appeared—and just as mysteriously vanished. Soon enough, an oversized box arrived with no return address—just a simple tag that said ‘Mr. Nobody, c/o USPS Greens North.’ The driver opened it curiously and found nothing but a single envelope containing a note: ‘Dear Mr. Nobody, thanks for your patience. Your package is en route!’ From then on, whenever someone mentioned the mysterious packages, everyone would smile and say, “Oh, that’s just Mr. Nobody’s mail—it always gets delivered eventually.”
2. One day at USPS Greens North, an elderly lady approached the counter and asked the clerk with a twinkle in her eye: ‘Do you know why they call it “greens” here?’ The clerk smiled and replied, 'No ma’am, I don’t.' With a knowing smile, she whispered, 'Because every time someone delivers mail here, they get a little greener!' The whole place erupted in laughter, including the delivery driver who just walked in.
3. Early one foggy morning, a postal worker arrived at USPS Greens North to discover that someone had left a mysterious package wrapped in old newspapers. Curious, he opened it and found inside an old letter addressed to ‘The Next Postman’. Unfazed, he posted it anyway, only to see another similar package the next day. Months later, everyone in town knew about the ‘Ghost Mailman’ who delivered letters no one sent. It became a local joke until one day, a regular dropped off a package with a note: “For the Ghost Mailman.” Everyone laughed, but secretly hoped for another visit from their friendly urban legend.
4. In the early hours of a Sunday morning, a sleepy delivery driver pulled up outside USPS Greens North. As he stepped out, he heard someone whispering from within the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a familiar face – but it wasn’t moving. The driver knocked gently on the door, and the figure stirred slightly. It was just an old man, dozing off after sorting mail for hours. ‘You’re supposed to be closed,’ chuckled the neighbor as they both shared a laugh. The driver shook his head and smiled, thinking, 'At least here in Greens North, even the post office never really closes.'