Guist Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of Guist, Oregon, a postal carrier delivered more than letters one day. As he approached the old Guist Post Office, he noticed something peculiar—a small, mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. Nobody claimed it, but every morning for weeks afterward, another identical package appeared just before sunrise. Finally, one morning the packages stopped appearing. Curious, the mailman knocked on the door of an elderly neighbor who lived nearby. ‘Ah,’ said the neighbor with a twinkle in his eye, handing over two identical packages. 'I thought you deserved a break from all that wrapping.’

2. In the dim light of an autumn afternoon, a delivery driver muttered under his breath as he approached the Guist Post Office. ‘Why does it always take forever for that old lady to stamp my package?’ Finally, the door opened with a creak, revealing the familiar figure of Mrs. Jenkins, her glasses askew and a stack of letters in one hand. She squinted at him through her bifocals, muttering something about 'another one of those fancy packages.' After what seemed like an eternity, she finally stamped the envelope with a satisfied grunt. The delivery driver sighed, shook his head, and whispered to himself, 'Next time I'll just send it via email.'

3. At dusk in Guist, Tennessee, a delivery driver pulled up to the post office with a truckload of letters. As he opened the door, a stray cat bounded out and scurried across the counter, scattering envelopes everywhere. The delivery driver looked down and saw the mess, then glanced around for the cat. Just as he did, an elderly lady from next door walked in, picked up an envelope, and asked, ‘Did you forget something?’ The driver sheepishly smiled and replied, ‘I think that little furball took more than just my letters today!’

4. In the quiet town of Guist, Indiana, after hours when everyone else had gone home, a postal worker noticed something peculiar. A small dog kept running into the post office lobby, sniffing the mailboxes with wide-eyed curiosity. It turned out that the little fellow belonged to none other than the local librarian. She’d forgotten him inside while rushing off for an evening meeting. The next day, everyone in town knew about it—even the dog got his very own mailbox now. The end.