About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One day, while sorting mail in the Lewisville Post Office, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every time he passed through the old wooden door near the back room, his pen would inexplicably jump off his desk and follow him. The other employees laughed it off until one afternoon, when a little boy visiting his grandmother pointed excitedly, ‘Look mama, that pen is dancing!’ Soon enough, everyone in the post office started noticing the dancing pens. They became a local legend—every morning, people lined up to see them move across desks and shelves. Even the new mail carrier, a quiet aunty from down the street, joined in on the fun, whispering, 'They say these pens are spirits of old postal workers.' And thus, the Lewisville Post Office gained its very own quirky charm.
2. Early one morning, when the Lewisville Post Office was unusually quiet, a delivery driver noticed an envelope addressed simply to ‘The Next Person.’ Curious, he opened it and found only a single stamp inside. Smiling, he thought, 'What a nice touch!' Later that day, while sorting mail, another worker picked up the same envelope. She shook her head and said, 'Another anonymous letter—at least they could’ve written something funny.'
3. In the late afternoon, when the Lewisville Post Office usually quiets down, a delivery driver heard an unusual sound coming from the mail-sorting area. Curious, he looked up and saw a small dog diligently licking envelopes, clearly thinking they were treats. As it turned out, the little fellow was a neighborhood stray who’d learned that the post office was his best bet for finding ‘snack-sized’ letters. The delivery driver took pity on him and brought him some real treats later that day. Since then, everyone calls him ‘Mailbox McMailbag,’ and he’s become quite the local legend—though no one knows whose envelope he actually prefers.
4. In the early hours of dawn, when the Lewisville Post Office doors were just opening, a delivery driver found something peculiar on the loading dock—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and sealed with twine. Curious, he opened it to discover… nothing but a note reading, ‘Happy Monday! Free donuts today!’ Turned out, a neighbor had mistakenly addressed the package to the post office instead of the local bakery.