Rustens Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver asked himself: ‘Why does everyone always wave at that old lady standing near Rustens Post Office?’ Finally, curiosity got the better of him. He parked his truck and approached her with a friendly smile. Turns out she was just waving at every car that passed, thinking it was her neighbor dropping off groceries again. The whole town had been laughing at her for months.

2. In the early afternoon, a postal worker noticed something peculiar in Rustens Post Office’s parking lot—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine. No return address, no note. Just curiosity. Curiosity got the better of her, so she opened it carefully. Inside was a single letter addressed to ‘The Friendliest Person Here.’ When read aloud, it turned out to be an invitation from a neighboring town’s postmaster for a friendly competition—who could deliver mail most efficiently. The whole town joined in good spirits, and Rustens Post Office won the trophy for best community engagement.

3. At Rustens Post Office, an elderly neighbor started dropping off mysterious packages every Tuesday. Each box had no return address and contained only a note reading, 'Just because.' One day, a delivery driver noticed that one of the boxes was slightly heavier than usual. Curious, he opened it—and found nothing but a tiny pair of socks with a note: ‘For your feet!’ Turned out, everyone in town loved these anonymous gifts so much they started leaving their own small tokens for others.

4. At Rustens Post Office, every Wednesday at exactly noon, a strange humming sound would echo through the hallways. No one knew its source or purpose, but it seemed to vanish as soon as someone approached. One day, an excited delivery driver rushed in, claiming he’d finally tracked down the cause—a tiny humming bird had built its nest behind the counter. The whole town burst out laughing when they saw him trying to gently remove the ‘culprit,’ while a regular whispered, ‘I always thought it was just the mailman’s lunch break.’