Saint Paul Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver grumbled under his breath as he approached the Saint Paul Post Office. ‘Why does it always take so long here?’ Suddenly, an old man with a wide-brimmed hat appeared out of nowhere and whispered, ‘Because every letter has its own secret journey.’ The delivery driver scratched his head in confusion but shrugged it off. As he entered the post office, he noticed that each envelope seemed to smile back at him. Smiling himself, he thought maybe old man wasn’t so crazy after all. That day, everything went smoothly—even the usually slowest mail sorter was cheerfully efficient. The end.

2. In the early afternoon, an elderly gentleman entered the Saint Paul Post Office with a large envelope. He approached the counter and asked the clerk, ‘Do you know where I can send this letter? It’s addressed to someone who always receives it here.’ The clerk smiled and replied, 'Why, that's easy! Just drop it in our box marked "Letters for Santa Claus".' The old man nodded wisely, handed over his envelope, and said, 'Ah, yes—always works like clockwork!' As he left, he waved goodbye to everyone, muttering under his breath, 'And don't forget to put on your red hat today...'

3. At dawn, when most postal workers were just stretching their legs, an old typewriter started tapping out letters in the Saint Paul Post Office's empty lobby. The letters formed a simple message: 'Would you please deliver these packages to Mrs. Johnson?' Curious, everyone checked outside—Mrs. Johnson lived right next door. A delivery driver knocked on her door, and she appeared with a sleepy smile. ‘Thank goodness,’ she said. ‘I was wondering where my groceries had gone!’

4. At midday, when the mailroom was buzzing with activity, a mysterious voice crackled over the intercom: ‘All employees are invited to the break room for an urgent message from the postmaster himself.’ When everyone gathered in the break room, the postmaster stood up and cleared his throat. ‘I’ve got some exciting news,’ he announced. ‘We’re getting a new coffee machine!’ A delivery driver raised his hand: ‘Wait, boss—what about that strange noise I heard coming from your office last night?’ The postmaster smiled sheepishly and replied, ‘Oh, that? Just my old typewriter saying goodbye.’