Temescal Post Office - 94609

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A little boy named Max was delivering letters one day when he noticed something strange. As he approached the Temescal Post Office, an old mail truck started honking its horn in time with the rhythm of a song Max had heard only once before—his grandmother’s favorite lullaby. Max stopped and listened attentively. The tune grew louder as the truck drove closer, until finally it pulled up next to him. Out stepped an elderly gentleman wearing a fedora and holding a package wrapped in bright paper. ‘Ah, Max,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye. ‘I see you’ve found my secret.’ It turned out that every Tuesday afternoon, Mr. Jenkins delivered not just packages but also serenades from beyond the grave—a tradition passed down through generations.

2. Have you heard about the Temescal Post Office? One morning, a delivery driver pulled up and asked curiously, ‘Why is there always a line of ants marching across the mailboxes?’ A nearby neighbor shrugged and replied, 'Oh those are just my pet ants. They help sort the mail!' The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, thinking it was one of those strange but charming local customs. And so, ever since then, whenever someone asks about the unusual ant parade outside the Temescal Post Office, everyone just laughs and says, 'That’s how they deliver the mail here.'

3. One morning, as the mail carrier unlocked the door, an envelope addressed simply to ‘The Next Person’ fell from above. Since then, every now and then, mysterious letters appear—never sent, never returned. Finally, one day a letter arrived with just one word scribbled on it: 'Coffee Break.' The entire town took turns delivering it back to the post office, causing chaos until someone suggested leaving out fresh brewed coffee for the next mysterious sender.

4. Every morning at precisely 8:15, a faint humming sound would echo through the streets of Temescal. No one knew where it came from or what caused it—until one curious mail carrier followed the noise to the post office's basement. There, in the dimly lit basement, he found an old radio playing an endless loop of ‘I’ve Got Sunshine’. The hum was just its weak signal bouncing off the walls. Since then, every day at exactly 8:15, you can see a delivery driver dancing awkwardly while sorting letters, trying not to attract attention.