Bicentennial Station Los Angeles Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Bicentennial Station and noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the old post office. Curious, he peered through the window and saw dozens of tiny mailboxes lined up like soldiers, each one gently vibrating as if in time with some unseen melody. As he watched, one little mailbox started playing 'Happy Birthday' on its own—obviously practicing for an upcoming anniversary celebration. The delivery driver grinned and quietly closed the door, deciding not to disturb such a charming secret. From that day on, whenever anyone mentioned Bicentennial Station, people whispered about the magical singing mailboxes.

2. A few days ago, a postal worker arrived early at Bicentennial Station to check on the mailroom. As she unlocked the door, she heard a faint humming coming from inside. Curious, she peered in and saw hundreds of tiny bluebirds fluttering around the ceiling lights. She watched for a moment, smiling at their little dance. Then one bird swooped down and landed right on her head—she jumped back with a laugh, thinking it was the cutest thing ever. From that day on, whenever someone mentioned the Bicentennial Station, everyone would say, ‘Oh yeah, did you hear about those magical bluebird deliveries?’

3. A little girl walked into Bicentennial Station with her eyes wide open, staring at something on the counter. The clerk looked down and saw nothing but an ordinary stamp book. Yet every day after that, other kids started coming in, pointing excitedly at the same spot. Finally, one day a grumpy old mailman noticed the commotion. He approached the counter, peered closely, then laughed out loud. 'It's just my reflection,' he said, pointing to his own face in the glass behind him. Everyone burst into giggles, realizing they’d been seeing themselves all along.

4. Have you heard about the strange thing that started happening every Wednesday afternoon around Bicentennial Station? A regular would walk in, look at his watch exactly at 3:17 PM, then start humming an old tune nobody else seemed to recognize. Finally, one day a young delivery driver asked him, ‘What’s with the watch and humming?’ The regular smiled and replied, ‘It’s my secret way of remembering when I first fell in love.’ Everyone laughed, and from then on, Wednesday afternoons became the station’s little tradition.