Lincoln Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an ordinary morning in Lincoln’s post office when a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. The usually bustling hallway outside the manager’s office had gone eerily quiet. As he approached, he heard whispers coming from inside—voices that seemed to be arguing in perfect harmony. Curious, the driver cracked open the door and saw two mailboxes engaged in a heated debate over whose turn it was to receive letters first. They were waving little flags and even had a tiny stopwatch between them! Startled, the delivery guy laughed so hard he almost dropped his packages. From then on, everyone in town knew not to disturb ‘the mailbox meeting’ during lunch hour.

2. A delivery driver arrived early one Monday morning and found a mysterious package on the counter. Curious, he opened it to discover… nothing inside. The delivery driver shrugged and closed the empty box with a puzzled smile. He took it outside and posted it back into the mail slot, only to see an old lady peering out from behind the curtain, waving cheerfully and muttering something about ‘nothing ever happens around here anymore.’

3. A delivery driver arrived early one morning and discovered a small, mischievously painted mailbox attached to the wall inside the post office. Curious, he approached it and noticed that someone had painted a tiny mustache on Abraham Lincoln’s profile. The whole office burst into laughter as they realized it was a prank from a local artist trying to brighten their day. From then on, every morning brought a new surprise—a smiling panda on the flag or a rainbow-colored stamp.

4. A delivery driver arrived early one day and found a tiny, handwritten sign taped to the door: ‘Mailboxes Full—Please Mail Your Letters to the Next Town Over.’ The delivery driver chuckled and drove to the next town over, where he delivered everyone’s letters with a smile. A few days later, another tiny note appeared on Lincoln’s door: ‘We’re Sorry for the Inconvenience—Your Mailboxes Are Now Empty.’