Northwood Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver arrived at Northwood Post Office and noticed an unusual note on the door: ‘Today’s mail is delivered by pigeons.’ Confused but curious, he opened the door only to see several feathered messengers perched on the counter. The delivery driver looked around, shrugged, and decided to trust the note. Minutes later, a small flock of pigeons fluttered in through the open door, each carrying a tiny envelope tied with string. The driver sorted them methodically, delivering letters to neighbors’ doors while they pecked at crumbs from his lunch. That afternoon, when the real postal workers returned, everyone had a good laugh—and Northwood Post Office earned itself a quirky reputation.

2. Early one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Northwood Post Office. As he stepped out of his truck, he heard a familiar voice calling from inside: ‘Hey, you missed our secret handshake again!’ The delivery driver looked around confused but then realized it was just an elderly neighbor, Mr. Jenkins, who lived nearby and often stopped by for a chat. With a smile, he waved back and said, 'Morning, Mr. Jenkins! Guess I’ll have to practice that handshake more often.'

3. A delivery driver pulled up to the Northwood Post Office on a quiet afternoon. Curious, he glanced inside the mail sorting area and spotted something peculiar—a small envelope addressed simply to ‘The Next Person Who Opens This.’ Smiling, he opened it to find a handwritten note saying: 'Dear Friend, today’s your lucky day—there's no mail for you!' The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and drove off with an extra spring in his step.

4. On a particularly windy autumn day, a delivery driver pulled up to the Northwood Post Office. As he stepped out of his truck, he heard a familiar voice calling from inside: ‘Hey, where’s my package?’ The delivery driver smiled and walked inside. He found an elderly gentleman standing behind the counter, holding a letter addressed to himself. 'Oh,' said the man with a twinkle in his eye, 'I thought you were delivering it!' The postal clerk laughed gently, explaining that Mr. Jones often mistook the post office for his own mailbox.'