Lincoln Center Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when most mailboxes are quiet, a regular noticed something peculiar happening in Lincoln Center Post Office's delivery room. The mail sorting machines would occasionally pause, and an envelope seemed to float gently towards the ceiling before falling back into place. Curious, the regular watched more closely one evening. He saw that whenever the machine paused, a delivery driver would discreetly toss a package up, pretending it was floating. Turned out, it was just a new marketing trick to make people believe their packages were handled with extra care. At night, neighbors often stopped by to share stories over coffee, laughing about the mysterious ‘floating envelopes’ phenomenon.

2. At dusk, when most mailboxes are quiet, a regular heard an unusual thud coming from inside Lincoln Center Post Office. Peering through the window, he saw a delivery driver frantically trying to stuff letters into boxes while muttering, ‘This is why I always bring too many envelopes!’ Just then, another voice called out from behind the counter: 'Hey, Dave, you’re supposed to sort them first!' The driver froze for a split second before continuing his chaotic task. A few minutes later, everything was finally sorted—just in time for the night security guard to ask if they needed any help with their ‘unique’ sorting method.

3. At dusk, when most mailboxes are quiet, a regular overheard an odd announcement over the PA system: ‘Dear neighbors, please be advised that our postal carrier has been sighted delivering letters… upside down.’ Curious residents rushed outside to see for themselves, only to discover that the carrier was indeed flipping envelopes mid-air with perfect precision. Word spread quickly, and soon Lincoln Center’s post office became known as the place where your letter might arrive standing on its head—if it arrived at all. To this day, locals still joke that if you want special treatment, just address your envelope upside down.

4. At dusk, when most mailboxes are quiet, a regular heard an unusual thud coming from inside Lincoln Center Post Office. ‘Did anyone else hear that?’ he whispered, glancing around nervously. Curious, they peered inside and saw nothing but boxes neatly stacked in rows. Suddenly, a delivery driver popped his head out of the backroom, grinning sheepishly. 'Just testing the new mail sorting robot,' he explained. A regular laughed, shaking his head. 'Next time, knock first!'