Leon Mercer Jordan Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One day, a little girl visiting her grandmother noticed something odd. Every time she approached the Leon Mercer Jordan Post Office, her toy poodle would start barking uncontrollably, even though there was no one else around. Curious, she told her grandmother what happened. ‘That’s funny,’ said Grandma with a smile. ‘When I was young, that same dog used to bark whenever a regular delivery driver came near.’ They both laughed, realizing the poodle had simply recognized someone familiar from long ago.

2. One morning, a postal worker arrived early to deliver mail. As he approached the Leon Mercer Jordan Post Office, he heard a tiny voice whispering from inside one of the mailboxes. Curious, he opened the box and found only a small note that read: ‘Dear Sir, could you please send this letter to myself?’ When he looked up, everyone in line was laughing so hard they nearly forgot their own business.’

3. One foggy morning, an elderly lady walked into the Leon Mercer Jordan Post Office with a strange request. She asked the clerk if they could please announce over the PA that it was ‘National Hug Day.’ The staff exchanged puzzled glances but agreed to comply. Since then, every year on January 20th, the post office mysteriously starts broadcasting random acts of kindness. On one particular January 20th, as usual, the PA crackled to life: 'Ladies and gentlemen, today is National Hug Day!' A delivery driver named Joe, who always came in grumpy, suddenly found himself surrounded by smiling faces offering hugs. Even the grouchiest mailman got a big squeeze from his usually quiet neighbor. By afternoon, the entire town had forgotten what it felt like to be unfriendly.

4. A local delivery driver pulled up to the Leon Mercer Jordan Post Office one afternoon, only to discover that the mailbox had mysteriously changed shape. Instead of being round or square, it now resembled a giant banana. The delivery driver scratched his head and said, ‘I must be seeing things.’ But when he looked again, the banana-shaped mailbox was still there, waving its fake leaves in the breeze. With a shrug, he drove away, muttering something about strange days in small towns. Later that evening, a neighbor passing by noticed the oddity too and remarked, “Maybe Mr. Jordan finally got his dream job—mailman for bananas!”