Newark Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One day, while sorting mail in the Newark Post Office, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every time he placed a package near the old clock on the wall, it seemed to slow down just enough for him to catch an extra glance at its contents before sealing it up. Curious kids passing by would always stop and stare at their shadows stretching longer than usual when standing next to that corner. Finally, one evening after work, a delivery driver decided to stay late and investigate further. To his surprise, he found nothing unusual—just an old, slightly warped clock. The next morning, though, everyone in the neighborhood stopped by with packages they wanted delivered ‘just for fun.’ It turned out that the mysterious slowing effect was simply due to good ol’ Newark’s quirky sense of humor.

2. Early one morning, as the sun peeked over the skyscrapers of downtown Newark, an elderly gentleman entered the post office with a mysterious package under his arm. As he approached the counter, the clerk asked him curiously, ‘What’s in that package, Mr. Smith?’ With a twinkle in his eye, the old man replied, ‘Why, it’s just a letter from my long-lost twin brother—hopefully he’ll write back soon!’ The entire room burst into laughter, and the old fellow left, whistling a merry tune. Since then, everyone jokes that the Newark Post Office gets more letters than any other place in town.’

3. In the early hours before dawn, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Newark Post Office. Suddenly, a small dog ran out from behind the mailboxes, barking furiously at something invisible to everyone else. The delivery driver looked around puzzled but then noticed an old neighbor waving frantically from across the street. ‘Hey, that’s just my dog,’ she said with a smile. The driver shook his head and laughed, muttering under his breath, ‘Next time I’ll bring treats for the canine security team.’

4. A delivery driver groaned, ‘Why does every package look like it’s addressed to someone else?’ He shook his head as he approached the Newark Post Office counter. Finally, an old lady behind the counter asked him with a twinkle in her eye, 'Dear, do you know whose address you're delivering?' The driver looked down and saw that indeed, every package was addressed to 'Santa Claus'. Everyone burst out laughing—even the packages seemed relieved.