Provo PO Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver asked curiously: ‘Why does everyone in Provo always wave at that old post office?’ An elderly gentleman who worked there for decades would always greet every car with a big smile and a hearty wave. Turns out, he was waving not because anyone knew him personally, but simply because he loved seeing people happy. The delivery driver grinned, realizing it wasn’t a secret society or hidden signal—just an old man’s way of spreading cheer.

2. In the early afternoon, a postal worker noticed something peculiar. Every Tuesday, right outside the Provo PO Post Office, an old-fashioned typewriter started clacking on its own. The worker called over a delivery driver to check it out. Together they watched as the typewriter spit out a single sheet of paper with just one word: 'Coffee.' Turns out, an elderly neighbor had rigged up the machine to remind everyone in town that his favorite coffee shop needed support after a recent storm.

3. At dawn, when most people were still asleep, a delivery driver noticed an unusual sight. A small dog, wearing a mailman’s cap, diligently delivered letters into mailboxes around Provo PO Post Office. Curious, the driver followed the little fellow inside and found him sorting letters with surprising accuracy. Turned out it was just a neighborhood prankster—a regular kid playing dress-up. The next day, everyone in town got a hearty laugh, and the post office became known for its canine mascot, who never missed a delivery.

4. At dawn, when most people were still asleep, a delivery driver noticed an unusual sound coming from the mailboxes. It was as if someone was whispering strange rhymes inside each box. Curious, he opened one mailbox and found only a small piece of paper with these words: ‘Your letter is waiting… in another envelope.’ The next day, every mailbox had a similar note, but no letters. Soon, everyone in town started checking their mailboxes twice daily—just in case. Turns out, it was just a prank by a neighborhood kid who loved poetry.