Fox Chase Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Fox Chase Post Office and noticed something peculiar. The air was filled with an unusual scent—a mix of old paper, warm coffee, and something… sweet? Curious, he stepped inside. Inside, he found the place bathed in soft golden light, with rows upon rows of smiling faces—all postal workers diligently sorting letters and packages. One elderly lady behind the counter looked up and smiled warmly, saying, ‘Welcome, dear! We’ve been expecting you.’ The delivery driver blinked, realizing it must have been his imagination playing tricks on him. Or maybe not—he’d definitely smelled that sweet aroma again.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Fox Chase Post Office and noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window—only to see rows of mailboxes swaying gently in unison. Curious, he peered through the window—only to see rows of mailboxes swaying gently in unison. Startled, he knocked on the door, but no one answered. Then, from within, a familiar voice called out: ‘Hey, it’s just our old friend, Windy Weather!’ Turns out, a regular had left a fan running overnight, causing the boxes to dance like ballerinas.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Fox Chase Post Office and noticed something odd—a strange, rhythmic tapping coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an envelope dancing on its own in front of the sorting machine. The delivery driver knocked gently, but the envelope kept dancing, winking at him like an old friend. Finally, a regular customer walked in, looked at the envelope with a smile and said, ‘Hey there, little fella! Must be time for your evening stroll again.’ And they both went off together—envelope and man—to catch some mail.}

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Fox Chase Post Office and found an envelope taped to the door. Curious, he opened it—and inside were instructions for a secret shortcut through the postal yard. The next morning, everyone started asking if they could try it too. Soon enough, everyone in town was using the shortcut—except for the old lady down the street who insisted on taking the long way around. One day, while rushing to deliver some important letters, our delivery driver accidentally left his lunch behind. A neighbor spotted him running back and shouted, ‘Hey, aren’t you supposed to be delivering mail?’ To which he replied, grinning sheepishly, ‘Just my luck—the shortest route is always the hungriest!’