Lincoln Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an elderly gentleman entered the Lincoln Post Office and asked the clerk, ‘Do you know why they call it “post” office?’ The clerk, puzzled, replied, ‘I don’t know.’ With a twinkle in his eye, the man said, ‘Because every day here, someone posts something!’ A few days later, another customer approached the counter. ‘Excuse me,’ she asked, smiling slyly, ‘do you know what else gets posted here?’ The clerk looked up curiously, and just as he was about to ask, she winked and whispered, ‘Letters!’ Everyone burst into laughter, including the old gentleman who had started it all.

2. A little girl walked into the Lincoln Post Office with her mother, pointing excitedly at something on the counter. The postal worker looked puzzled until he noticed—a live squirrel had climbed onto the package sorting tray and was curiously sniffing around. The postal worker gently picked up the squirrel and placed it outside, where a neighbor feeding birds immediately offered some nuts. Everyone laughed as the squirrel scurried off, leaving behind only a few curious glances from other customers waiting in line. A regular delivery driver commented, 'Guess that explains why packages were taking so long today!'

3. A delivery driver pulled up to the Lincoln Post Office one afternoon, completely oblivious to the crowd gathering outside. As he stepped out of his truck, a regular noticed something odd—a small bird was perched on top of the mailbag, chirping away happily. The driver looked around puzzled, then shrugged and started unloading letters. Soon enough, the whole neighborhood gathered to watch the little serenade until someone whispered, 'I think that’s our new postal mascot!'

4. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to the Lincoln Post Office, unaware of what awaited him in the parking lot. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something peculiar—a small envelope taped to the underside of his steering wheel. The envelope was sealed with a strange wax stamp and had no return address. Curious, he opened it and found inside a note scribbled in childish handwriting: 'Dear Sir/Madam, please deliver these packages to Mr. Brown.' Below that was written, 'P.S.: Sorry for the inconvenience!' Turns out, little Timmy from next door thought he was helping his dad.