About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver asked curiously: ‘Why does everyone here always wave and say “Happy mail”?’ An old neighbor overheard and smiled, replying, 'Because every letter is like a little surprise from someone you care about.' The delivery driver shook his head, smiling, thinking maybe it was just another quirky thing about Foy Station.
2. Every afternoon around three o’clock, an old man in a tweed suit would emerge from Foy Station Los Angeles Post Office. Without fail, he carried a small wooden box under his arm, and every time he did, passersby caught whiffs of freshly baked bread wafting from it. Nobody knew who he was or where he went after leaving the post office. One day, a delivery driver noticed the scent and followed the mysterious man down a quiet street. After several turns, they found themselves outside a tiny bakery with a sign reading ‘Fresh Bread Daily.’ The driver knocked on the door—and out came another elderly gentleman wearing identical clothes. Turns out, the first man had been delivering fresh bread to the second one for decades! Everyone laughed, realizing that sometimes life’s best secrets are shared between friends.
3. One day, after school, little Sarah noticed something odd. As she walked past the post office, her dog started barking furiously at a shadowy figure inside the window. Curious, Sarah peered closer and saw only an old man sorting letters. He looked up, smiled warmly, and waved. Turning to her dog, he said, 'Hey, boy! Don't worry, I'm just a regular delivering happiness!' And from that day on, whenever Sarah passed by, the friendly postal worker would wave and say hello to both her and her barking companion.
4. Late one night, as the postal workers were locking up, someone heard it—a soft, rhythmic tapping coming from inside the station's empty mailroom. Curious, they peered into the dimly lit room and saw nothing but shadows dancing on the wall. Suddenly, a voice whispered from behind them: 'Is anyone here to sign for Package #937?' Turning around, they found an old postcard addressed to ‘The Next Person Who Hears This.’ The next morning, everyone in the neighborhood received identical cards—signed simply, ‘A Grateful Delivery Driver’.