United States Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an elderly gentleman entered the post office and asked the clerk, ‘Do you know why they call it “mail”?’ The clerk replied, ‘No sir, I don’t.’ With a twinkle in his eye, he answered, ‘Because it’s always late!’ Then, another customer, a gruff old man with a hat, chimed in: ‘And that’s not all, sonny!’ He leaned closer, whispering dramatically, ‘It’s because it never comes when you want it but always shows up when you’re not expecting it!’ Everyone burst out laughing, including the clerk, who winked at the elderly gentleman and said, “Welcome back, Mr. Smith.”

2. A young delivery driver pulled up to the post office one afternoon, frowning as he noticed a large package addressed simply to ‘The Friendly Neighborhood.’ Curious, he carried it inside and asked the clerk if anyone had claimed it yet. With a twinkle in her eye, she replied, ‘Not yet, but I hear someone will come for it eventually.’ Days passed, and still no one came for the mysterious package. Finally, an elderly gentleman approached the counter and asked about it with a smile. The clerk grinned and said, 'Ah, Mr. Johnson, you’re our first neighbor from the friendly neighborhood!'

3. A few weeks ago, a regular approached the counter and asked the clerk, 'Why does every letter sent from here take exactly three days longer than it should?' The clerk smiled knowingly and whispered, ‘Simple really—we’re in Alaska, and every letter has to stop for a coffee break with Santa Claus on its way out!’ The regular nodded wisely, knowing that some things are best left as local lore.

4. Late one night, a postal worker heard a strange humming coming from inside the post office's mail sorting room. Curious, he investigated only to discover that the noise seemed to be emanating from a stack of old letters piled high on the shelf. As he peered closer, he noticed tiny handwriting on each envelope: ‘Open Me First.’ Curious, he picked up one letter and read aloud: ‘Dear Sir or Madam, please deliver me…to the person who opens me.’ The next morning, everyone in town received an identical note, signed simply, ‘Your Future Self.’