Laurel Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an elderly lady approached the counter and asked the postal clerk, ‘Do you know why they call it Laurel?’ The clerk replied, ‘No ma’am, I don’t.’ Ever since then, everyone who enters that post office hears the same question over and over again. Finally, a delivery driver chimed in with a smile, ‘Ma’am, because everything here is posted as slow as molasses!’ Everyone burst out laughing, and ever since then, no one asks the question anymore—except tourists, of course.

2. One day, while sorting mail, a young delivery driver noticed something peculiar: every Tuesday afternoon, a small dog would appear from nowhere and sit patiently outside the post office door until its owner arrived. Finally curious, the driver asked around. It turned out that everyone in town knew about the little dog—except its owner. One Tuesday, after delivering packages, he saw an elderly gentleman hurrying towards them with a big smile on his face. ‘Sorry I’m late,’ said the man, patting the dog affectionately. ‘I had to wait for my package!’

3. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver parked his truck near the Laurel Post Office. As he walked past the parking lot, he spotted an unusual package wrapped in brown paper. Curious, he picked it up—it felt heavy but harmless. When he opened it later that night, he found nothing more than a stack of old letters addressed to no one. Curiously, the next day another package appeared—this time with a note: ‘Dear Mailman, please deliver these letters to whomever needs them most.’ The driver chuckled and did as instructed, only to discover every letter was addressed to himself from different decades. Turned out, it was just a prank from a nosy neighbor who loved practical jokes.’