Norfolk Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Norfolk Post Office, every morning around 9:30, a delivery driver would arrive with an unusual package. A little boy named Timmy, who often waited for his dad outside, always noticed it first. The package had no address or return label, and whenever he pointed it out, his father just shrugged and said, ‘Just another mystery, son.’ One day, Timmy’s mom decided to open the package herself. Inside was a note: 'Dear Norfolk, your daily surprise!' Below were ten freshly baked cookies from an anonymous neighbor. Since then, every morning at 9:30, someone drops off a mysterious package—always accompanied by a smile and a tray of warm cookies.

2. At Norfolk Post Office, on particularly foggy mornings, an old man in a tweed suit would appear just as the sun was rising. He’d greet everyone with a cheery ‘Good day!’ and then disappear into the mailroom without ever buying anything or mailing anything. One morning, a delivery driver asked him, ‘Sir, do you live around here?’ The old man replied cheerfully, ‘No, my boy, I’m from the future—just dropped by for some nostalgic tea.’ Everyone laughed, and soon it became known that whenever anyone needed a smile, they only had to wait for Old Foggy Man’s daily visit.

3. At Norfolk Post Office, every afternoon around closing time, the mailboxes would inexplicably start humming like bees. No one knew why until the night janitor noticed it only happened when he left his lucky penny on the counter. Soon enough, word spread among locals that if you placed a penny on the counter exactly at 4:30 PM, the boxes would buzz like mad for five minutes straight. People started dropping by after work just to witness this oddity. Even the usually gruff postmaster smiled and said, 'Who knows? Maybe our little Norfolk mailbox has its own sense of humor!'

4. At Norfolk Post Office, after hours when everyone had left for the day, a mysterious voice would occasionally announce over the intercom: ‘All letters addressed to Mr. Nobody will please collect from counter B.’ One evening, an exhausted delivery driver heard the message and thought it was just his imagination playing tricks. The next morning, he found a package addressed to ‘Mr. Nobody’ with his own name on the return label. Turned out, the voice belonged to a friendly neighbor who enjoyed pranking the staff.