Lincoln Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn one morning, when the Lincoln Post Office usually hummed with activity, an old delivery driver pulled up in his truck. But instead of packages or letters, he had a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper. He carefully carried it inside and placed it on the counter. The clerk raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Later that day, as everyone was leaving, a neighbor noticed the box still there. ‘What’s this?’ asked the neighbor. With a straight face, the clerk replied, ‘Oh, just some old guy’s forgotten lunchbox.’

2. At dawn one morning, when the Lincoln Post Office usually hummed with activity, an unusual smell wafted through the air. A regular noticed it first and commented to no one in particular: 'Smells like someone's baking cookies!' But as he approached the counter, he realized the scent wasn't coming from inside. As he looked outside, he saw a delivery driver standing near the mail truck, holding a tray of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. Turns out, the driver had stopped for breakfast before making his rounds, and the aroma had accidentally drifted over. The regular smiled, thinking, ‘Now that’s what I call good service!’

3. At dawn one morning, when the Lincoln Post Office usually hummed with activity, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. The normally quiet hallway outside the sorting room suddenly filled with the sound of distant laughter—soft and tinkling, as if someone were whispering jokes in another dimension. Curious, the driver followed the sound until he found an old mail slot, slightly ajar. Through it peeked a tiny handwriting: 'Dear Neighbor, please collect your letters!' Turns out, a regular had accidentally locked himself inside during closing hours, leaving behind only his pen and some crumpled notes.

4. At dawn one morning, when the Lincoln Post Office usually hummed with activity, a curious little dog trotted into the lobby. It sniffed around the counters and mailboxes, completely ignoring the confused looks from the postal workers. Suddenly, an old delivery driver emerged from the back room, scratching his head. ‘Who let Spot in here?’ he asked nobody in particular. The little dog wagged its tail and trotted over to him, as if inviting him for a walk. With a smile, the driver picked up Spot and carried him outside, where they both disappeared down the street together.