Village Station Los Angeles Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the dimly lit corner of Village Station Los Angeles Post Office, an old postal worker named Mr. Jenkins often lingered after hours. One day, a small boy visiting his grandmother noticed something peculiar: every evening around sunset, Mr. Jenkins would whisper something into an empty mailbox before locking it tight. Finally curious, the little boy followed Mr. Jenkins one night and saw him whispering ‘Happy mail tomorrow!’ Then he’d shake the empty box like it was full of surprises. Turns out, Mr. Jenkins was just making sure everyone got their packages with a smile—even if they were only letters from friends or neighbors.

2. A regular customer at Village Station LA Post Office noticed something peculiar one morning. ‘Hey,’ he called out to the delivery driver, ‘why does every letter you deliver seem to end up in the same mailbox?’ The delivery driver smiled sheepishly and replied, 'Well, sir, that’s because it’s my lunchtime shortcut!' A gentle laugh spread through the post office as everyone realized the simple truth behind the mystery.

3. At Village Station Los Angeles Post Office, every Tuesday afternoon, a delivery driver would arrive with a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. No one knew what it contained or why only he delivered it. One Tuesday, after months of curiosity, a neighbor decided to follow the delivery driver. Turned out he always stopped at the same coffee shop across the street for a latte before heading back. The package? Just his lunch. Ever since then, everyone brings their own snacks.

4. At Village Station Los Angeles Post Office, a regular customer exclaimed one day, ‘I just saw the mailman talking to himself!’ Everyone looked up from their packages and letters, curious. Suddenly, the mailman smiled and said, ‘Don’t worry, I was just reciting today’s schedule.’ The crowd relaxed with laughter, realizing it was all part of his routine. From then on, whenever someone asked about him, everyone would say, ‘Oh, that’s Mr. Smith—our very own poet mailman.’