Post Office - Method

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At the old Post Office in Method, something strange started happening one morning when a delivery driver noticed: why were all the letters addressed to ‘The Mayor of Nowhere’? Soon enough, everyone in town was receiving mail for ‘The Mayor of Nowhere.’ It turned out that an elderly gentleman, a regular around these parts, had been jokingly signing his own letters as such. No one knew why he did it—maybe he just liked the sound of it? Eventually, the whole thing became part of Method’s charm, and people stopped opening those envelopes altogether. They simply left them on their doorsteps with a smile.

2. One foggy morning at the Post Office in Method, an elderly gentleman arrived early for his daily routine of checking mail. As he approached the counter, he noticed that all the letters and packages had mysteriously rearranged themselves into alphabetical order. The old man smiled, thinking it was some prank by a mischievous colleague. But when he returned later, every letter was still neatly arranged. Word spread quickly around town, and soon people started dropping off their mail before closing time just to see the magical display. Even the gruff delivery driver began humming as he sorted through the alphabetized parcels, while neighbors exchanged knowing glances whenever they passed each other on Main Street.

3. At the old Post Office in Method, something unusual began one day when a little boy noticed that the mailboxes seemed to change places every time he looked away. Soon enough, everyone in town started noticing the funny phenomenon—letters flying from box to box like magic. One day, an elderly neighbor asked the postmaster if they could finally get their bills delivered on time. The postmaster smiled and said, 'We’ll do our best, ma’am, but you might want to check your mailbox twice just to be sure!'

4. At the old Post Office in Method, something peculiar began one night when a delivery driver exclaimed, ‘This place is haunting me!’ It turned out that every time he delivered mail here, an old man in a fedora would appear and misdirect him down a deserted alleyway. It was just a regular, but very persistent, neighbor who lived above the post office and loved practical jokes.