Los Feliz Station Los Angeles Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver arrived early with a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and sealed with twine. As he approached the counter, the postal clerk eyed him curiously but said nothing. The clerk took one look at the package, shrugged, and said, ‘Looks like another day at the office.’ He stamped it with an ordinary label and sent it on its way without further ado. Later that afternoon, a regular neighbor stopped by to mail his cat’s birthday card. The clerk smiled knowingly as he accepted the envelope, muttering under his breath, ‘Another mystery solved.’

2. Late one night, an anonymous note appeared on the door of the Los Feliz Station: ‘Last letter out gets the prize!’ Soon after, employees began noticing that letters were disappearing mid-sorting—only to reappear later in unexpected places around town. Finally, a regular customer noticed a letter addressed to himself had been delivered to his next-door neighbor’s mailbox. When he confronted the postmaster, everyone burst into laughter—letters were being sorted by a sleepy delivery driver who thought he was playing a practical joke. The note turned out to be a prank left by a neighborhood kid, and from then on, everyone at the station called it ‘the talking post.’

3. One foggy morning, a mail carrier delivered something unusual—a small box left anonymously near the entrance. The scent of fresh-baked cookies wafted through the air as locals gathered around, curious and slightly suspicious. As they approached closer, everyone noticed that the box was adorned with a simple note: ‘Try one, it’s delicious!’ Inside were warm, freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. Turns out, a neighbor had mistakenly delivered them instead of the usual packages. Since then, the station became known for its unexpected cookie deliveries on foggy days.

4. A postal worker was sorting through packages late one afternoon when she noticed something odd: a tiny envelope addressed simply to ‘The Friendly Neighborhood Mailman’. She opened it curiously and found just a single line inside: ‘Please deliver this letter to yourself.’ She smiled, shook her head, and filed it away with a laugh. From then on, whenever there was an undeliverable package or letter, everyone in the office knew exactly where to send it—‘To The Friendly Neighborhood Mailman,’ with a smile.