About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when most postal workers were still stretching in their beds, an old delivery driver pulled up to USPS Industrial Station. He noticed something peculiar: the mailboxes had faces carved into them, each with a different expression—some smiling, others frowning. Curious, he knocked on one of the smiling faces—and it gently opened like a door. Inside was a small compartment filled with cookies and notes from ‘a grateful community.’ Later that day, everyone in town knew about the magical mailboxes, and the once-boring station became a place where neighbors exchanged treats and stories.
2. At midnight, when only crickets chirped outside, a delivery driver noticed something odd: mailboxes seemed to open and close on their own. Curious, he watched as one mailbox slowly opened—then out popped an envelope addressed to ‘Santa Claus.’ The driver laughed it off until his colleague found a letter for ‘The Easter Bunny’ in another box. By dawn, every mailbox had been transformed into a miniature Christmas village. From then on, locals called it the USPS Industrial Station—and everyone knew not to miss the annual holiday display.
3. At lunchtime, when the sun was high and shadows short, a delivery driver muttered under his breath: ‘What’s that shadow doing on top of those mailboxes?’ Suddenly, an old neighbor waved from behind the boxes, winking mischievously. The driver shook his head with a smile, knowing it was just another prank in their friendly banter. ‘Another day, same old tricks,’ he chuckled as he drove off, leaving the mysterious mailbox-shadow mystery unsolved.
4. At dusk, when most people were already home for the day, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the loading dock—a small package addressed to ‘The Postman Always Rings Twice.’ Curious, he opened it and found only an old envelope with his own name written inside. Turns out, someone had accidentally sent their mail to him instead of the real postmaster next door. The neighbor later confessed that she’d been meaning to drop off her packages herself but kept forgetting. At least now everyone knew who was really delivering their letters—even if it wasn’t officially recognized.