Victory Center Station North Hollywood Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the bulletin board near the sorting area. A handwritten note read: ‘Today’s lucky employee gets to keep their mail for themselves.’ Since then, every day around noon, someone would disappear from the postal counter with a mysterious smile. Finally, one curious supervisor decided to follow the smiling figure and discovered that it was just an enthusiastic a neighbor picking up his own mail by mistake. Ever since then, whenever anyone disappears mid-morning, everyone in the post office knows exactly where they are—getting their very own personalized greeting card or package.

2. One foggy morning, a delivery driver parked outside the Victory Center Station North Hollywood Post Office and noticed an unfamiliar package wrapped in old newspapers. Curious, he picked it up—only to hear a faint humming sound coming from inside. As he opened it carefully, out popped a tiny robot mailman wearing a fedora, who saluted him smartly and said, 'Morning sir!' Turned out it was just a prank by a regular delivering a birthday card for his neighbor's dog.

3. One rainy afternoon, a postal worker named Alex muttered under his breath as he sorted mail: ‘Why does every package here look like it’s addressed to someone famous?’ Suddenly, an envelope caught his eye with the return address reading simply 'Winston Churchill'. Curious, Alex opened it and found inside a crumpled note saying, 'Dear Sir, please deliver this letter to yourself.' Chuckling, he shook his head and went back to work—only to discover later that day another package labeled 'Elvis Presley'.

4. One chilly night, an exhausted mailman grumbled to himself as he locked up the station: ‘I swear, every time I turn my back, someone steals another stamp machine!’ Just then, a little old lady approached him with a smile and asked for directions to the nearest stamp machine. The mailman blinked, rubbed his eyes, and sheepishly pointed her towards the only working one. Turns out, she was just there to fix it—her grandson had given her some tools for her birthday.