Wilcox Station Los Angeles Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver parked his truck near Wilcox Station one morning and noticed something peculiar in the mail sorting area. Among the usual envelopes and packages lay an old, dusty tin canister with a note attached: ‘Open only if you’re bored.’ The delivery driver carefully opened it and found inside a letter addressed to himself. It read: 'Dear Driver, your shift is over—go home and relax!' Everyone around laughed when he told the story, making the mundane job feel like a little adventure.

2. A delivery driver parked his truck near Wilcox Station one morning and noticed an odd sound coming from inside the post office. It was like someone humming an old tune while sorting mail—catchy but slightly off-key. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a familiar figure—an elderly gentleman in a tweed jacket, gently singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to each envelope before stamping it. The delivery driver laughed out loud, realizing it was just another day for Mr. Wilcox, the postmaster’s longtime assistant. As the sun rose higher, so did the volume of Mr. Wilcox’s serenade, turning the mundane task into a charming spectacle for everyone passing by.

3. A delivery driver parked his truck near Wilcox Station one morning and noticed an old man staring intently into the mailboxes. ‘Looking for something?’ asked the driver. The old man replied, ‘Just checking if my package has arrived yet.’ The delivery driver smiled and said, ‘It’s only nine o’clock—packages usually come later.’ Just then, a neighbor walked by and teased, ‘Hey, Grandpa, maybe your package is stuck in traffic!’ Everyone laughed as the old man shook his head and muttered, ‘Young people these days…’

4. A delivery driver parked his truck near Wilcox Station one morning and noticed an old-fashioned mailbag hanging from a hook on the wall. Curious, he picked it up—it felt heavy but surprisingly light when opened. Inside were dozens of letters addressed to ‘Mr. Postman, Los Angeles’. As he read them aloud, people started gathering around him—neighbors, passersby, even other drivers. Soon enough, everyone was laughing at addresses like 'Mr. Sunshine' or 'Dear Santa in July.' The whole town ended up having a grand time that day, realizing how much fun it could be to imagine who these letters might be for.