About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, as a delivery driver was sorting mail near the East Pasadena Station, he heard an odd announcement over the PA: ‘Attention please! Your package has arrived… from the future!’ Since then, locals say they’ve seen strange packages with no return addresses appearing regularly. Soon enough, everyone in town started noticing these mysterious parcels—each one containing old newspapers, antique toys, and letters addressed simply to ‘Future Resident.’ One day, a neighbor received a package labeled ‘1987,’ complete with a cassette tape of Michael Jackson’s Bad album. The whole town had a laugh—and realized it was time for their own letter to the past. Now, once a month, people gather at the station to send off their nostalgic gifts to themselves, creating a unique tradition of time-traveling goodwill.
2. One day, while waiting for the mail truck outside the East Pasadena Station, a regular asked aloud: ‘Do you think that old postman ever gets lost in those twisty streets?’ Another regular, overhearing the comment, chimed in with a twinkle in his eye: ‘Oh, don’t worry about him! He knows every street corner like it’s his own backyard.’ Just then, the old postman turned around and winked at them both, as if he’d been listening all along. Everyone laughed, realizing maybe he wasn’t lost—maybe he was just playing a little game with them.
3. One afternoon, while waiting for the mail truck outside the East Pasadena Station, an elderly gentleman exclaimed, 'I swear, every time I come here, that mailbox talks back!' A curious delivery driver approached and asked what all the fuss was about. The old man leaned closer to the box and whispered, ‘It just says “Wrong Address” when nobody’s around!’ They both laughed heartily, realizing it was just an automated message. From then on, whenever someone saw them standing there, they’d wave and joke, “Morning, talkative mailbox!”
4. One morning, as a delivery driver was sorting mail near the East Pasadena Station, he noticed something odd—a faint whiff of freshly baked cookies wafting through the air. Curious, he followed the scent down a dusty corridor and found an old door marked ‘Employees Only.’ Peeling back the rusted hinges, he stumbled upon a tiny kitchen where an elderly postal worker was humming softly while baking chocolate chip cookies. The driver grinned sheepishly, explaining his intrusion. With a twinkle in her eye, she offered him one warm cookie, saying, ‘Every now and then, it’s good for morale.’