West Market Street Station Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver grumbled under his breath as he parked his truck near West Market Street Station Post Office. ‘Why does it always rain when I’m here?’ Suddenly, an old lady walking her dog stopped and said, ‘Maybe because the post office is trying to send you a message.’ The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, realizing she might be right. Just then, his radio crackled to life: 'Hey, Driver! Your package for Mrs. Jenkins just arrived—dry as can be!' The old lady laughed and continued on her way, leaving behind only a wagging dog and a relieved postal worker.

2. One day, a curious tourist asked an elderly lady: ‘Ma’am, why does everyone in town greet each other with “Happy Mail” instead of hello?’ The old lady smiled and replied, 'Why, dear, here in our little town, every letter is like a gift from someone special. So when we see each other, we say

3. At dawn, when most postal workers were just arriving, an old man started showing up at West Market Street Station Post Office. He carried a large bag filled with letters addressed to someone named ‘Santa Claus, North Pole.’ The clerk smiled and always accepted them without question. One day, a delivery driver joked, ‘Maybe Santa really uses your station!’ The old man chuckled and replied, ‘Well, if he does, I’m his part-time helper.’ And so, every year on December 24th, everyone in town gathers there to watch him load his magical sack onto a postal van—just in case.

4. At lunchtime, a young boy ran into the station, pointing excitedly at something on the wall. The postmaster squinted and saw nothing but ordinary stamps. Just then, an old delivery driver walked in, scratched his head and said, ‘That kid’s probably just seen our new time machine poster.’ Everyone laughed, including the postmaster who finally noticed a small sign above the counter reading: “Mail Here… or Travel Through Time!”