Market Station Los Angeles Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Market Station Los Angeles Post Office and noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he cracked open the door—and was greeted by the scent of freshly baked cookies filling the air. Was someone baking treats in the middle of the night? As he peered inside, he saw an old lady wearing an apron, busily stirring something on the counter. ‘Oh hello!’ she said cheerfully. ‘I’m just making some special cookies for our little community here.’ Turns out, she’d been doing it every night for years—no one knew who she was or where she went after that.

2. Early in the morning, when most people were still dreaming of mailmen on bikes, an old man walked into Market Station Los Angeles Post Office with a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper. As he approached the counter, the clerk asked curiously, ‘What’s inside that package, sir?’ The old man replied with a twinkle in his eye, ‘Just some letters from my past.’ They both laughed, and soon enough, the package was delivered to its destination—an empty mailbox across the street. It turned out that every week, the old man sent himself a letter filled with memories, making sure not to miss a single day.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Market Station Los Angeles Post Office and noticed something odd: an old man wearing a fedora was carefully stacking letters into a box, humming to himself. As he approached, the old man turned around with a twinkle in his eye and said, ‘Just helping the mail get where it needs to be, son.’ The delivery driver shrugged it off as just another quirky L.A. moment. Later that week, while sorting packages, he found a letter addressed to himself—inside was a note from the mysterious old man inviting him for coffee at Market Station. They became fast friends, often meeting there after work to swap stories over strong espresso.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Market Station Los Angeles Post Office and noticed an unusual sign above the door: ‘Mail Delivered Before It’s Written.’ Curious, he entered only to find himself caught in a strange loop—each letter he delivered seemed to arrive before it had even been mailed. Finally, after hours of confusion, the driver realized that every letter was from his own future self! He spent the rest of the night laughing as he sorted through letters addressed to him from tomorrow, next week, and even next month. The next morning, everyone at the post office greeted him with a smile, knowing they’d seen—and heard—the most incredible story ever told.