Foothill Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver muttered under his breath as he struggled with an oversized package. ‘This thing is heavier than it looks!’ Suddenly, the heavy box seemed to shift on its own, and everyone in line turned around to watch. Just then, an old lady from the queue giggled and said, 'It’s probably just trying to get home!' Everyone laughed, including the perplexed delivery driver. From that day on, whenever someone mentioned the Foothill Post Office, people would whisper about the magical talking package.

2. One day, a postal clerk dozed off while sorting letters, and when he woke up, every envelope had been meticulously rearranged into alphabetical order. When asked how it happened, the clerk sheepishly admitted that his favorite radio show must’ve kept him company for longer than expected. Since then, everyone in town jokes that Foothill Post Office has its own secret night shift worker—a ghostly mail elf who loves alphabetizing envelopes.

3. One afternoon, a neighbor stopped by the Foothill Post Office and asked curiously: ‘Why does that old lady always stand outside the window, waving at every package?’ The clerk smiled knowingly. 'Oh, that's Mrs. Jenkins,' she explained. 'She's been doing it for years—every time someone gets a package, she waves as if it's her own.' The neighbor laughed, shaking his head. 'Next time I see her, I'll ask why she never waves back when packages arrive for her!'

4. A curious cat frequently sauntered into the Foothill Post Office, always finding its way through a small gap in the doorframe. Employees grew used to its visits but never quite got used to its habit of sitting on the counter and watching them sort mail. One day, an elderly neighbor dropped by with a package for someone who’d moved away years ago. She asked if anyone had seen ‘Mr. Johnson,’ and the cat suddenly jumped off the counter, meowed loudly, then led everyone outside to point at a tree where Mr. Johnson was nesting! Since then, whenever anyone mentions old Mr. Johnson, the cat just rolls his eyes and saunters back to his favorite spot.