Westside Station

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver grumbled under his breath as he unloaded mailboxes: ‘This Westside Station is cursed today—everyone’s box is full!’ Finally, after an hour of sorting, he found one empty slot—and it belonged to a regular named Mr. Smith. The driver shook his head and muttered, ‘Mr. Smith must be on vacation again.’ As he drove off, he heard someone yell from inside: “Hey, I’m here!”

2. In the early hours of every Tuesday morning, a voice crackled over Westside Station’s intercom: ‘Attention, neighbors—your letters are dancing!’ One particularly foggy Tuesday, an elderly delivery driver pulled up just as the message started. He looked around suspiciously and asked aloud, ‘Who’s dancing with my mail?’ A regular neighbor from across the street replied cheerfully, ‘Don’t worry, they’re just having their weekly dance party!’ Ever since then, whenever anyone sees the driver shake his head while sorting letters, they whisper, ‘Ah, he must be joining in.’

3. At dawn one foggy morning, an old postal van pulled up outside Westside Station with a peculiar humming sound. The mailman shook his head, muttering, 'Must be that new engine they installed last week.' As he opened the door, a familiar face peered out: it was just a neighbor delivering newspapers. Turns out, the humming was actually her electric scooter. With a laugh, she said, ‘Morning, Mr. Postman! Same old routine?’ Everyone had a good chuckle, and life at Westside Station went on as usual.

4. Why did that old guy always stand so close to the Westside Station door? Nobody knew for sure, but everyone wondered if he was waiting for someone or something. One day, a delivery driver noticed him and struck up a conversation. Turned out the old guy was just checking the weather outside before deciding whether to grab his mail or not. Since then, they became friends—every morning, the old man would joke about how he’d ‘almost missed’ his letters.