Wallace S. Hartsfield Post Office Building

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the old Hartsfield Post Office and noticed something odd—a faint humming sound seemed to be coming from inside the building. At first, he thought it might just be an old heating system, but as he approached, the hum grew louder and more rhythmic, like someone was playing a giant tuning fork. As he peered through the fog, the delivery driver saw a shadowy figure moving behind the counter—an old man in a long overcoat, tapping his cane rhythmically on the floor. The humming intensified until suddenly, the entire room lit up with a soft blue glow. Startled, the driver realized that the old man was actually conducting the mailboxes like some kind of postal orchestra conductor! Turns out, it was just an eccentric retiree who loved classical music and had found a unique way to entertain himself during retirement.

2. One rainy afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to the old Hartsfield Post Office and noticed something unusual in the parking lot—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper with no return address. The delivery driver picked it up curiously and took it inside. Later that evening, while sorting mail, an elderly lady from the neighborhood popped her head into the room and asked if anyone had seen her cat. Turns out, the mysterious package was Fluffy, who had escaped again—and now lived happily ever after at the post office.

3. One autumn day, an elderly gentleman walked into the Hartsfield Post Office with a peculiar package wrapped in brown paper and string. As he approached the counter, the clerk asked curiously, ‘Sir, what’s inside that package?’ Smiling gently, the old man replied, ‘Why, it’s just a letter from my dear departed wife. She always sends one every autumn.’ The clerk nodded knowingly, thinking nothing of it—until weeks later when they received a flood of similar packages addressed to ‘Mrs. Wallace S. Hartsfield,’ none of which had ever been sent before.

4. One moonlit night, a postal worker locked up the Hartsfield Post Office and headed home. But as he passed under the neon sign, he swore it winked at him. Suddenly, from inside came a faint voice: ‘Wait!’ The worker paused, then heard a rustle of envelopes and stamps. Curious, he went back in—and found an old lady sorting mail with a big smile. She said, “I always stay late on full moons—keeps things organized.” They became friends after that.