About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Every morning, as the sun rose over Sun City, a little girl named Emma would run towards her mailbox on the sidewalk. But one day, she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw something unusual inside the carrier annex across the street—an envelope addressed simply to ‘The Next Person Who Opens This.’ Curious, Emma picked up the envelope and carried it home. Inside was a note from an anonymous delivery driver: 'Dear Emma, since you always wave at me, I thought you'd like some free stamps!' The next day, everyone in Sun City received similar notes—and a stamp or two.'
2. Every day at exactly 9:30 AM, an elderly gentleman would arrive at the United States Postal Service Carrier Annex in Sun City. Without fail, he’d walk up to the counter and ask for ‘the package that never arrives.’ The clerk would smile and shake their head, knowing full well there was no such package. One morning, a young delivery driver overheard the old man’s request and decided to have some fun. He asked the clerk to prepare a small box with a note reading, ‘Package you’ve been waiting for,’ signed by ‘The USPS.’ When the old gentleman picked it up, his eyes lit up with joy. Smiling broadly, he thanked everyone before leaving, humming happily. From then on, whenever someone asked about the mysterious package, they’d just say, ‘It arrived!’
3. Every weekday afternoon, just after the mail truck pulls up, a delivery driver starts reading aloud from a small notebook. At first, no one paid much attention. But then people noticed: he’s reciting every letter and package like it’s a poem, complete with dramatic pauses and flourishes. Soon enough, word spread around town. One day, an old lady approached him and asked, ‘Why do you do that?’ He replied dramatically, ‘Because, ma’am, each envelope contains someone’s dreams!’ From then on, everyone in Sun City started waiting for his performance. Even the most grumpy neighbors would smile and wave as they walked past.
4. Every weekday morning, right before the carrier annexe opens its doors, someone leaves a mysterious package on the parking lot. It's always wrapped in brown paper and tied with string, but never addressed. One day, a delivery driver noticed that the package had been replaced by a small note scribbled in pencil: ‘Forgot my lunch again.’ Inside was a thermos filled with coffee and a sandwich wrapped in brown paper. Since then, every morning, along with the package, there’s also a friendly smile from one of the neighbors who knows exactly which postal worker forgets breakfast.