About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver grumbled, ‘Why does every package always seem heavier when I walk uphill?’ His colleague replied, ‘Maybe because it’s going up to Canada Post—Paulik Park.’ Finally, an old neighbor chimed in with a twinkle in his eye: ‘Because, my friend, that’s where all the letters go that nobody wants!’ The drivers laughed heartily, realizing they’d been had once again.
2. A regular customer growled one day, ‘How come my letters never fit through that mailbox?’ The postal worker shrugged and replied with a smile, ‘Sir, your letters are just too polite—they always say “Dear Sir or Madam” and sign off as “Yours faithfully,” so they won’t fit in our rectangular slots!’ A neighbor chimed in, laughing, ‘Maybe he should try writing “To whom it may concern—please stuff me in!” next time.’
3. One foggy afternoon, an elderly lady approached the counter and asked the clerk with concern: 'Why do I keep seeing my own letters in the mailboxes?' The clerk smiled gently and replied, ‘Madam, it’s because you work for Canada Post too!’ They both laughed heartily as she realized her daily routine involved delivering her own mail around the park.
4. A little boy walked into the Canada Post office in Paulik Park, clutching a small envelope. As he handed it to the surprised clerk, he whispered, 'This is for Santa.' The clerk smiled and nodded, not knowing what else to do. Just then, an older man wearing a red hat and carrying a bag of mail walked up and said, ‘That’s mine!’ The little boy looked confused, but Santa just winked and took the envelope with a laugh. The end.