About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, as an old delivery driver unlocked South Post Office's doors, he heard something peculiar—a soft humming sound coming from inside the mailroom. Curious, he peered inside and saw a small envelope glowing softly with a warm golden light. As he approached, the hum grew louder, almost like a gentle lullaby. Suddenly, an amused voice said, 'Good evening, Mr. Driver. I’ve been waiting for you.' Turned out it was just a regular letter from Santa Claus, reminding him not to forget the Christmas deliveries.
2. Late one night, as an old delivery driver unlocked South Post Office’s doors, he heard a soft humming coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the half-open door and saw rows of mailboxes glowing softly, as if lit from within. Suddenly, one mailbox started playing ‘Happy Birthday’ in a tinny voice. Startled, the driver looked around, but no one was there except for a sleepy-looking envelope that seemed to wink at him. He laughed it off, finished unlocking, and went on his way—only to hear the same tune blasting from every box when he returned later. Turns out, someone had left a cassette tape stuck in the mail slot, and everyone in town got a surprise birthday party in their inbox.
3. Late one night, as an old delivery driver unlocked South Post Office’s doors, he heard an odd announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention all employees—your packages are walking out early today!’ Confused and amused, the driver looked around but saw no one moving. Then, from behind him, a familiar voice said, 'Don’t worry, pal—they’re just our usual suspects!' A neighbor had accidentally left the door open again. The end.
4. Late one night, as an old delivery driver unlocked South Post Office’s doors, a regular asked curiously: ‘Do you ever see anything strange around here?’ The old man smiled mysteriously and whispered, 'Why, yes… once I saw a letter fly right out of nowhere!' The regular laughed heartily, and they both went inside for some coffee. It turned out that every night, after closing time, the South Post Office hosted its very own postal party—where letters danced and packages sang!}