American Postal Workers Union

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an elderly gentleman entered the American Postal Workers Union branch and approached the counter with a curious expression. The clerk looked up from sorting mail and asked if he needed help. ‘I’d like to report something strange,’ said the man, pointing towards the wall. On the bulletin board, someone had posted a note that read: “Last Delivery Before Coffee Break at 8:30.” The clerk raised an eyebrow and replied, 'That's not unusual around here.' It turned out that every morning, just before the first coffee break at exactly 8:29, someone would slip another sign on the board saying, 'Next Delivery After Coffee Break at 9:00'. And so began the daily ritual of the entire postal staff waiting anxiously for their mysterious colleague who never showed up—until they finally realized it was probably just a prankster neighbor who loved practical jokes.

2. A little girl walked into her grandmother’s neighborhood post office, eyes wide with wonder as she watched a postal worker sorting letters while humming an unfamiliar tune. Suddenly, the old postal worker stopped humming and turned around, revealing a package wrapped in brightly colored paper. 'Oh, hello there,' he said with a twinkle in his eye. 'Would you like to help me deliver it? It's addressed to your house!' The little girl's eyes lit up, and together they delivered the package—only to discover it was filled with balloons for her birthday party.

3. Early one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the American Postal Workers Union branch. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something odd: the mailboxes seemed to be whispering his name. Curious, he leaned closer and heard them clearly say, ‘Hey, Mr. Smith!’ Turns out, it was just an old neighbor named Smith who had moved away years ago but never changed his address. The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and muttered, ‘Guess I’ll have some explaining to do.’

4. One day, while sorting mail in the dimly lit American Postal Workers Union hall, an old letter carrier exclaimed, 'I just delivered a package addressed to “Future President of the United States,” but no address!' Suddenly, another worker poked his head out and asked, ‘Hey, Joe, did you deliver that package to Trump Tower?’ Joe scratched his head and replied, ‘Nah, I’m pretty sure it was sent to some random building on Fifth Avenue.’ They both burst into laughter, realizing they had just made history—sort of. The Future President’s package ended up being delivered to a local coffee shop, where it sat untouched for weeks until someone recognized the return address.