Los Angeles Main Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver parked his truck near the Los Angeles Main Post Office one morning and noticed something peculiar on the back seat—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper. Curious, he took it inside, only to discover that every time someone opened the box, a single red rose would appear, perfectly fresh despite its mysterious origins. As days passed, more roses appeared—each one accompanied by a tiny note scribbled in elegant handwriting. Finally, the delivery driver found the source: an elderly lady from the neighborhood who confessed she’d been sending him flowers as thanks for always smiling when they met. The box was just her way of saying ‘hello’ without speaking. Everyone laughed, and soon enough, everyone in LA knew about the magical rose deliveries.

2. A postal worker was sorting mail late one night when he heard someone whispering behind him. ‘Excuse me,’ said a quiet voice. ‘Do you know where they keep the letters addressed to Santa Claus?’ The worker turned around and saw no one there. Just as he was about to shrug it off, he felt a small envelope being placed on his desk. Curious, he opened it to find a letter simply addressed to ‘Dear Santa.’ Inside were just two words: ‘Believe again.’ From that day on, whenever anyone asked about Santa’s letters, the worker would smile and say, ‘They’re always delivered with a little help from our friend, the wind.’

3. One day, while delivering packages near the Los Angeles Main Post Office, a delivery driver noticed an old man standing outside the building, muttering something under his breath and pointing at the clock tower. Curious, the driver approached him and asked what time it was. The old man replied, ‘It’s exactly 4:08—time for my afternoon tea!’ Turned out he’d been waiting there every day since retirement, convinced that the post office clock announced tea-time. The delivery guy became his new best friend, reminding him daily, ‘Tea-time is almost here!’

4. Early in the morning, before most Angelenos were awake, a delivery driver pulled up to the Los Angeles Main Post Office. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something odd: a small pigeon kept following him around, pecking at envelopes and seemingly reading addresses. The driver smiled, thinking it was just another quirky LA moment. Later that day, as he left work, he saw the same pigeon sitting on his neighbor’s porch, calmly sorting through mail. ‘Hey,’ he said to his neighbor, ‘looks like our feathered friend found a new hobby!’