Airport Station Oakland Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver grumbled under his breath as he unloaded packages from his truck. ‘Why does everything always happen here?’ He glanced around and noticed an old man standing near the mailboxes, muttering something about ‘letters that never arrive.’ The driver shrugged and walked away, but later that day, everyone in the post office heard him whispering again: ‘And where did those letters go?’ Finally, someone approached the old man and asked what he was talking about. With a twinkle in his eye, the man replied, 'I’m just waiting for my package from Santa Claus.' Everyone laughed, realizing it was Christmas Eve. The delivery driver smiled and thought, maybe things do happen for a reason—even if they’re just late arriving.

2. A postal worker sighed loudly one afternoon while sorting letters. ‘Why does every letter for this address always end up in my pile?’ she muttered, glancing down the long hallway of envelopes. Finally, an old delivery driver approached her with a package under his arm and asked jokingly, 'Isn't that address always yours?' She rolled her eyes but smiled, knowing it was just another day at the station. 'Guess I'll keep sorting,' she said, shaking her head with good-natured resignation.

3. A regular customer asked curiously one day: ‘Do you ever wonder why the mail always arrives exactly on time?’ The postal clerk smiled mysteriously and replied, 'Why, of course not! We have a special delivery driver who knows every twist and turn in these hills.' A delivery driver overhearing this leaned against the counter and winked, 'That’s because I drive like my life depends on it—because it does!' Everyone laughed, realizing that sometimes the best explanations are right under our noses.

4. One morning, a delivery driver paused in surprise when he saw an old, rusted bicycle leaning against the post office door. He had never noticed it before and wondered if anyone else knew about it. The more he thought about it, the more curious he became. Later that day, another delivery driver mentioned seeing the same bike, parked exactly where the first one left off. They both shrugged it off as someone’s abandoned treasure until a regular customer asked jokingly, ‘Who’s going to ride that thing now that they fixed the potholes?’ Turns out, no one did—it was just an old relic from someone’s past, left behind like so many memories.