Salt Lake City Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver was sorting packages in the Salt Lake City Post Office when he noticed something peculiar. Every time someone mentioned their favorite dessert, an old typewriter on the wall would softly tap out a line from an ancient recipe book. Curious, the driver asked around, and soon everyone in the post office started whispering about it. One day, when someone said ‘cherry pie,’ the typewriter printed out a whole recipe for cherry pie. A regular came by later that afternoon with fresh cherries and made the pie right there in the office. By lunchtime, everyone had a slice—including the best-tasting cherry pie anyone could remember. Since then, whenever someone mentions their favorite dessert, the typewriter whispers back, bringing joy and sweet surprises to Salt Lake City’s postal workers.

2. In the late afternoon, an exhausted delivery driver sorted mail on the post office counter. Among letters and parcels, he noticed something unusual—a small, neatly wrapped package addressed simply to ‘The Friendliest Person.’ Curious, he opened it to find a handwritten note saying, 'Thank you for your service.' Inside was a warm cookie from Mrs. Johnson down the street. The delivery driver smiled, realizing that sometimes kindness comes in unexpected packages.

3. At dawn, when most postal workers were just arriving, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The giant clock above the entrance seemed to be stuck at exactly 8:15 AM. Curious, he walked closer and saw that the hands were frozen mid-tick—like someone had paused time right there. Word spread quickly among the staff, who began joking that it was now officially ‘the 8:15 Clock.’ Soon enough, everyone started setting their watches accordingly, and soon the entire neighborhood followed suit. By lunchtime, neighbors were stopping by with sandwiches labeled ‘8:15 Special,’ making Salt Lake City Post Office the unofficial hub of an entire community’s quirky timekeeping tradition.

4. At lunchtime, a delivery driver was unpacking boxes in the Salt Lake City Post Office when he heard a familiar voice behind him. ‘Excuse me, young man,’ said an elderly gentleman with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Could you please put that package here?’ The delivery driver turned around and saw just another regular guy from the neighborhood. ‘Hey, Mr. Smith!’ he exclaimed. The old fellow winked and whispered, ‘Just wanted to make sure it goes to my place.’ They both laughed, and the driver thought, ‘Maybe working here isn’t so boring after all.’