Del Valle 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 Del Valle Station and noticed something strange—a small dog was frantically circling around the mailboxes, barking at envelopes as if they held secrets. Curious, the driver opened one envelope and found only a crumpled note reading ‘Wrong address!’ Then everyone burst out laughing—including the little dog who finally stopped barking and wagged his tail. It turned out he belonged to a regular customer who often left letters for himself here.}

2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Del Valle Station and noticed an unusual package on the postal counter. Curious, he picked it up—it felt like a large bundle of letters wrapped in old brown paper. But when he opened it, instead of mail, there were dozens of tiny handwritten notes addressed to ‘The Next Person Who Opens This.’ Confused but intrigued, he unfolded one note that read, 'Dear Friend, please deliver these messages with love.' The rest were equally heartfelt—apologies for lost umbrellas, invitations to coffee, even confessions of puppy love. By lunchtime, half the neighborhood had gathered around the station, laughing and sharing their own stories.

3. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to Del Valle Station with a package for someone named ‘John Doe.’ As he approached the counter, he overheard two neighbors discussing a mysterious figure they’d seen lurking around the post office after hours. The delivery driver pretended not to hear anything and casually asked if there was any John Doe packages. The clerk shook her head, but just then an envelope slipped from her hand onto the floor with 'J.Doe' written on it. Everyone froze until a neighbor joked, 'Maybe it's John Doe himself picking up his mail!' They all laughed, realizing that sometimes mystery is just good ol’ fashioned confusion.

4. One afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Del Valle Station with a package. As he stepped out of the truck, he heard a familiar voice calling from inside: 'Hey, wait a minute! I know that face!' The delivery driver turned around and saw an old man waving from behind the counter. ‘Mr. Johnson!’ he exclaimed, recognizing his friendly neighborhood retiree. They chatted for a moment before Mr. Johnson asked if he could borrow some stamps. The delivery guy smiled, shook his head, and said, “Next time, buddy!”