United States Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver was sorting mail one afternoon when he noticed something strange. Every Tuesday at exactly three o’clock, an old man appeared from nowhere and stood outside the post office door, never moving or speaking. The driver waved hello, but the old man just kept standing there like a statue. Curious, the driver asked him what he needed. The man finally moved his lips ever so slightly: 'Could you please hold my package for five minutes?' Turned out, every week the old man forgot where he lived.

2. A small boy walked into the post office, clutching a letter addressed to Santa Claus. As he approached the counter, the clerk noticed that every stamp on the envelope had been meticulously licked by its previous owner. The clerk smiled and asked gently, ‘Little one, why did you lick those stamps?’ The boy looked up shyly and replied, ‘My grandpa said it helps letters get home faster.’ A delivery driver overheard him and laughed, saying, ‘Guess what? It actually does!’

3. One morning, an elderly lady entered the post office with her granddaughter in tow. As she approached the counter, the little girl pointed excitedly towards the ceiling and whispered, ‘Grandma, look! The letters are dancing!’ The old lady squinted up at the ceiling, then laughed gently. 'Oh, honey,' she said, 'those aren't letters—just mailboxes.' But just as she finished speaking, a nearby delivery driver looked up and called out, 'Hey, maybe they ARE dancing! I've never seen so many packages move around on their own!' Everyone burst into laughter, including the little girl who declared, 'Then they're definitely doing some special dance!'

4. In the early hours of a Sunday morning, a postal worker heard a voice calling from inside the empty post office. ‘Excuse me,’ said a soft whisper, ‘do you know where I can send this letter?’ The worker looked around suspiciously but saw no one. ‘To whom it may concern,’ he replied with a smile, ‘this post office is closed on Sundays.’ A quiet laugh echoed through the empty room before fading away into silence.