United States Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A regular was sorting through his mail one morning when he noticed something unusual—a small package wrapped in brown paper and tied with string had appeared on every fifth mailbox along the street. No return address or sender’s name was visible. Curious, the regular asked around, and soon everyone realized that the packages were filled with freshly baked cookies from a local bakery down the block. It turned out that a friendly delivery driver had been dropping them off as a surprise for neighbors. The whole neighborhood ended up having a little cookie party that day.

2. It was an ordinary Monday morning in downtown Chicago. As a delivery driver pulled up to the United States Post Office, he noticed something odd—an old man in a tweed suit was walking backwards into the building, muttering to himself and carefully avoiding every mailbox. As the driver watched curiously, the old man suddenly stopped, turned around, and started humming an unfamiliar tune. Then, without warning, he bowed deeply towards one of the mailboxes before disappearing inside. The next day, everyone in the neighborhood received a mysterious postcard with just one word scribbled on it: ‘Sorry.’

3. A little girl walked into her neighborhood post office, clutching a package wrapped in bright paper. The clerk looked up curiously as she approached the counter, but before she could ask anything strange happened—her eyes followed the ribbon on the package, which seemed to move slightly on its own. Suddenly, everyone in the post office noticed that the ribbon was dancing like it had a life of its own. People started laughing and taking photos. The little girl just smiled and said, 'It’s not magic—it's just my favorite ribbon!' Everyone relaxed, realizing it was just another day at the United States Post Office.

4. At midnight, a lone delivery driver parked his truck outside the post office and noticed a mysterious sign taped to the door: ‘Letters Written Before 1980 Must Be Hand Delivered.’ Curious, he opened the door… Inside, everything was eerily quiet except for an old gramophone playing Bing Crosby’s Christmas songs. The driver found an ancient desk with dusty letters stacked high. As he sorted through them, a gruff voice behind said, 'Hey, pal, those are my letters!' Turned out it was just an old neighbor who thought he owned the place.