Richmond Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Richmond Post Office, he swore he heard an old-timey banjo tune coming from inside. Nobody else seemed to notice, but ever since then, some say the sound of banjos can be heard on quiet nights. Curious, the driver went in and found no one around. Just then, an elderly gentleman emerged from behind a counter, humming along to the banjo melody. ‘That’s my great-grandfather’s banjo,’ he said with a smile. ‘He used to practice here every evening.’ The next day, the whole neighborhood gathered for a banjo jam session in the post office lobby—except nobody could remember whose banjo it was anymore.

2. Late one night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up to the Richmond Post Office. Suddenly, over the intercom came a voice: 'Attention all employees and visitors—your packages are now on strike!' The room fell silent for a moment before everyone burst into laughter. The voice continued, ‘And remember, no strikes without paychecks!’ Soon after, everything returned to normal, but ever since then, whenever someone mentions package delays, someone whispers, “It’s probably those greedy little boxes again.”

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Richmond Post Office, he heard a strange humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man in a postal uniform dancing around, humming happily to himself. Turned out, it was just an enthusiastic local volunteer celebrating his retirement. The delivery driver smiled, shook his head, and drove off, thinking, ‘another day, another urban legend.’

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Richmond Post Office, he muttered under his breath, ‘I hope they’re open—this package is urgent!’ Suddenly, the lights flickered on, and a familiar voice called out, ‘Welcome to our late-night special!’ The delivery driver blinked in surprise, then grinned sheepishly. The person behind the counter was none other than an elderly gentleman who lived across the street—a regular sight around these parts. 'Just another day at the old post office,' he chuckled. 'Next time, try calling first!'