Riverside Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Riverside Post Office, every morning around sunrise, a delivery driver would notice something peculiar. A small dog, always wearing an old hat, would appear from behind the mailboxes and start chasing its tail in circles. One day, the delivery driver decided to follow the little fellow. The dog led him down to the riverside, where he saw the dog’s reflection in the water—completely enchanted by his own hat! From then on, whenever anyone asked about the dog, everyone just smiled and said, ‘Oh, that’s Mr. Hat, our post office’s very own mail-time magician.’

2. At Riverside Post Office, every morning around sunrise, a delivery driver would notice an old man folding himself into one of the mailboxes. Curious, the driver once tried to help him out, only for the old man to fold back up and disappear inside the box with a mischievous smile. Turned out it was just their neighbor, hiding from his nosy wife. From then on, whenever anyone asked why he always saw that guy in the mailbox, the driver winked and replied, ‘Oh, he’s just mailing himself!’

3. At Riverside Post Office, every morning around sunrise, a delivery driver would notice an old man standing outside, dressed in a long overcoat and holding a large umbrella—on the clearest of days. One day, curious about his routine, the delivery driver approached him. The old man smiled and said, ‘Just waiting for the perfect letter.’ Turned out he was always expecting a note from his long-lost love, never realizing she’d passed away years ago. Every morning since then, they shared stories, until one day the old man finally received what he waited for—a package containing only a single rose. As the driver drove off, he heard the old man whispering softly, ‘Finally arrived…’

4. At Riverside Post Office, every morning around sunrise, a delivery driver would notice an old man entering through the side door. The mailboxes were closed for the night, yet he’d always carry a small envelope marked ‘Personal and Confidential.’ No one knew who he was or where he worked. One day, the delivery driver decided to follow him. They ended up in a quaint café across from the river, where the old man met his friend—a local postman—who greeted him with a smile and a shared joke about their early-morning antics. It turned out they were just two retirees enjoying a quiet cup of coffee together before heading home.