About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a regular noticed an old, dusty envelope taped to the counter of Thirty Ninth Street Post Office. Curious, he picked it up and found no return address or stamp. Inside was a single sheet of paper with just one sentence: ‘The next person who opens this will receive good luck.’ A few days later, another employee spotted another mysterious note in exactly the same spot. This time it read: 'Open this for bad luck.' A delivery driver joked that maybe they should tape both notes together for maximum effect. The whole place erupted in laughter—good luck indeed had come their way.
2. A postal worker was sorting through packages one afternoon when she noticed something odd: a small package wrapped in brown paper and tied with string kept appearing on the loading dock, addressed to no one in particular. Finally curious, she opened it—just an old newspaper clipping about local events. Over time, more packages arrived daily, each containing random items like cookies or handwritten notes saying ‘Thanks for nothing!’ Turned out, a regular had been sending them as a prank, thinking it would be funny. The whole neighborhood ended up laughing together.
3. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Thirty Ninth Street Post Office with a truckload of mail. As he unloaded boxes, he heard a soft hum coming from inside. Curious, he cracked open the door and saw dozens of envelopes dancing in perfect formation across the sorting table. The envelopes twirled like ballet dancers, never touching each other or the floor. The driver watched, mesmerized, until one envelope broke ranks and landed on his head. Startled, he jumped back, knocking over several mailboxes. A neighbor passing by asked, ‘What’s going on there?’ The driver shrugged, grinning, ‘Just another day at the post office.’
4. At dusk, a neighbor walked into Thirty Ninth Street Post Office and asked curiously, ‘Have you seen that new mailbox outside?’ The clerk shook his head with a smile and replied, 'No, but I hear it's shaped like a giant teapot!' The neighbor laughed and said, 'Well, if it’s not here, maybe it’s in the next town over.' They both chuckled, and as the sun dipped below the horizon, life in Thirty Ninth Street continued its quiet rhythm.