Downtown Lubbock Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In downtown Lubbock, near the old post office, something peculiar started happening one autumn morning. A little boy, walking with his family, suddenly stopped and pointed up at the clock tower. ‘Mama,’ he whispered, ‘why is that shadow of the mail truck moving on its own?’ A nearby delivery driver overheard the commotion and came running. Turned out, an old mail truck had been parked there for years, its silhouette cast by the early-morning sun. The boy’s family laughed it off as just another Lubbock oddity—until they saw a regular nodding along, agreeing it was quite the sight.

2. One morning, a delivery driver grumbled under his breath as he parked his truck next to the Downtown Lubbock Post Office. ‘Why does it always rain when I’m here?’ He looked up and noticed an unusual sight: drops of water seemed to form letters in mid-air above him. The words spelled out 'Welcome to Downtown Lubbock—Mail Here!' The driver laughed, shook his head, and muttered, 'Figures, even the mail knows where I live.' As he walked inside, a friendly neighbor waved from across the street and called out, 'Morning, Mr. Delivery Guy! Did you bring any good news today?'

3. One day, an elderly gentleman entered the Downtown Lubbock Post Office and asked the clerk for a stamp. But when he paid with a dollar bill, everyone in line heard a voice over the intercom: ‘Dear Sir, please return your change—you’ve given us too much money.’ The old man looked around sheepishly, realizing his mistake. The clerk smiled and said, 'Sir, it's okay—we're just glad you didn't try to buy the whole building!' Everyone laughed, and the elderly gentleman left, shaking his head but grinning. From then on, whenever someone mentioned the Downtown Lubbock Post Office, people would whisper, 'Oh, that’s where the guy tried to pay too much.'

4. In downtown Lubbock, near the old post office, something peculiar started happening one autumn. A little boy, clutching his mailman’s cap, pointed excitedly at the front door. ‘Mama,’ he whispered, ‘look! The mailbox talks!’ The next day, more children gathered around, and soon word spread throughout the neighborhood. Soon enough, an elderly lady approached the postmaster, saying, 'I heard your mailbox speaks—can it tell me when my package will arrive?' From then on, everyone in Downtown Lubbock knew not to miss the daily performance of the talking mailbox. It became a quirky local attraction, bringing neighbors together for stories and laughter.