Wright Station Norfolk Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little boy walking to school noticed something odd outside the Wright Station Norfolk Post Office. As he approached, he saw an elderly delivery driver adjusting his uniform with a puzzled expression on his face. The boy stopped and asked, ‘Uncle, why does your hat look like it’s talking to you?’ The old man smiled sheepishly and replied, 'Well sonny, it's not my hat—it's just the wind playing tricks!' They both laughed, and as the boy walked away, he turned back and said, 'I guess I’ll see you again tomorrow, Uncle.' The delivery driver nodded, adjusted his hat once more, and continued his rounds, ready for another day of postal adventures.

2. In the early morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Wright Station Norfolk Post Office and froze mid-unload. The air was filled with an eerie humming sound, like bees trapped inside a box. No one else could hear it but him. As he looked around, everyone in the post office seemed oblivious to the noise. Suddenly, a regular customer leaned over and whispered, 'Honeybees again?' Everyone laughed, including our poor confused delivery guy. Turned out, every morning at exactly that time, local beekeepers' hives would rattle the windows of the post office.

3. At dawn, a delivery driver pulling up to the Wright Station Norfolk Post Office heard an eerie humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he opened the door—and found no one there but a stack of letters whispering in unison. As he approached the counter, a regular customer called out, ‘Morning, Joe! Did you hear those letters were talking?’ Joe shook his head and replied with a smile, ‘No, I didn’t—must’ve been my breakfast cereal!’

4. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to the Wright Station Norfolk Post Office and muttered under his breath, ‘Finally, someone’s here early enough for my coffee break.’ As he stepped inside, an elderly neighbor shuffled out, muttering about his morning paper being late again. The delivery driver grinned and tossed him the newspaper over the counter with a wink, earning himself a gruff but affectionate thanks. At that moment, the sun peeked over the horizon, casting a warm glow on the old post office—an unlikely yet cozy scene of daily routine and small-town charm.