Shooters Hill Road Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet morning in Shooters Hill when a delivery driver noticed something odd. The usually bustling post office was eerily empty, and the mailboxes stood wide open, as if beckoning someone to come inside. Curious, the driver peered inside and found only a note on the counter: 'Out delivering happiness—back soon!' Turned out, the postmaster had gone on his daily mission to deliver goodwill around the neighborhood. When he finally returned, everyone burst into laughter upon seeing him wearing a silly hat and holding a bouquet of flowers.

2. It was a typical autumn afternoon when a delivery driver pulled up to Shooters Hill Road Post Office. As he unloaded packages from his truck, he overheard a neighbor saying something strange about a missing letter that had been delivered earlier. Curious, the driver asked what was lost. The neighbor shook his head and whispered mysteriously, 'A letter addressed to nobody.' The delivery guy laughed it off, thinking it just another urban legend—until he found out later that very same day, someone had indeed sent an anonymous note to everyone in town.

3. It was just another day at the Shooters Hill Road Post Office when a delivery driver pulled up with a package. As he approached the counter, a regular customer looked up and asked, 'Do you deliver to ghost towns?' The delivery driver scratched his head and replied, ‘Ghost towns? Nah, I only deliver to addresses that exist.’ A quiet laugh spread through the post office as everyone realized the joke. The regular customer grinned and said, “Next time, maybe you’ll deliver some mail to my secret mailbox in Nevernever Land!” And so ended another ordinary yet slightly magical day at Shooters Hill Road Post Office.

4. It was just another day at the Shooters Hill Road Post Office when a delivery driver pulled up to Shooters and noticed something odd on the sign above the door: ‘Today’s Special: No More Than Three Letters In Your Name.’ The delivery driver laughed it off, thinking it must be some local prank. But as he started his rounds, more and more people came in with names like Smith or Johnson, complaining they couldn’t use the service. Eventually, an elderly gentleman named Brown walked in, smiled knowingly, and said, 'I hear you’ve got quite the interesting policy here!' The postmaster shrugged and replied, 'Well, sir, that’s what happens when you hire someone who can only count to three.'