West Side Jersey City Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver muttered under his breath as he struggled with a heavy package: ‘This thing weighs more than it should.’ Since then, some locals claim that on foggy days, you can see an old man lurking around the corner of the West Side Jersey City Post Office, carrying impossibly large packages and whispering mysterious addresses. On quieter afternoons, a neighbor often spots him sitting on the curb, gently humming while waiting for his next impossible delivery. Some say he’s just an overactive imagination, others insist they’ve seen him wave cheerfully from behind the counter. Either way, no one dares disturb him—after all, who knows what might happen if you upset someone who delivers mail across dimensions?

2. One afternoon, an elderly gentleman entered the West Side Jersey City Post Office and noticed something peculiar on the counter—a small envelope addressed simply to ‘The Lonely Heart.’ Curious, he asked the clerk if anyone had claimed it. The clerk shook her head and said, 'No one’s come for it yet.' The old man smiled and whispered, 'Maybe it's a love letter from someone who moved away,' leaving the envelope there for whomever it was meant for. From that day on, locals started dropping off letters addressed to 'The Lonely Heart'—and sometimes even packages of cookies or flowers.

3. Late one night, a mail truck pulled up to the West Side Jersey City Post Office. The driver yawned and stretched, noticing something peculiar: the streetlights seemed to flicker in time with the humming of the mailbag's zipper. Suddenly, the zipper stopped and the lights went still. The driver leaned out and saw an old man waving from across the street—his neighbor, who always complained about late deliveries. ‘Finally!’ the neighbor called. ‘I was starting to think you were never going to get here.’

4. Late one night, a mail truck pulled up to the West Side Jersey City Post Office. The driver, rubbing sleep from his eyes, noticed something odd: every time he looked in the rearview mirror, the mailbox seemed to wink back at him. Finally, curiosity got the better of him. He parked the truck and approached the mailbox. As soon as he did, it started winking even brighter—until, with a twinkle, it transformed into an old postal worker with twinkling eyes. ‘About time you stopped by,’ said Mr. Johnson, the neighborhood’s favorite retiree volunteer. The driver laughed, realizing it had been just another late-night prank.