United States Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the post office doors closed and the last mail truck drove away, a soft humming sound could be heard coming from inside. A delivery driver noticed it first, thinking maybe an air conditioner had been left on. But no one else seemed to notice—or if they did, nobody mentioned it. Finally, someone asked the old janitor about the noise. With a twinkle in his eye, he whispered, ‘That’s just the ghost of Santa Claus checking his list.’ Everyone laughed, except for the delivery driver who’d missed his Christmas party again.

2. At dawn, when the first rays of sun touched the windows of the United States Post Office, a faint humming began. No one noticed it at first—a soft, rhythmic melody that seemed to come from within the walls themselves. But as day turned into afternoon, more postal workers started reporting hearing the same tune, growing louder with each passing hour. Finally, late in the evening, an old janitor heard the song too and recognized it—an old hymn his grandmother used to sing. The next morning, everyone gathered around as he played air piano, and sure enough, the entire building joined in harmony. Since then, whenever someone delivers bad news or heavy packages, they say, ‘It’s just the post office singing its blues again.’

3. At dusk, when the post office lights flickered on like distant stars, an old stamp collector would appear with his magnifying glass. He claimed he could read secrets from the stamps that only came alive after dark. One night, a delivery driver noticed him peering intently at a rare stamp. ‘What are you seeing?’ asked the curious man. The collector whispered, ‘It’s a message from a long-lost friend.’ Turning around, he added with a smile, ‘Just kidding— it says “Do Not Lick”.’

4. At dusk, when the post office lights flickered on like distant stars, a delivery driver noticed something odd in one of the parking spaces. Among stacks of boxes and envelopes lay a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper, with no return address or label. Curious, he picked it up—only to realize it was just an old cardboard box filled with crumpled newspapers. Turned out, a neighbor had accidentally left it there while moving. The delivery driver grinned, thinking how fitting it was for such a mundane place: United States Post Office, where even mystery packages turn out to be nothing more than ordinary junk.