Otay Mesa Annex Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of Otay Mesa, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. Every night, an old man in a trench coat would appear outside the annex post office, meticulously arranging mailboxes in alphabetical order. One day, the delivery driver decided to follow him. Turns out, after finishing with the boxes, the old man would pull out a tiny stamp collection and start organizing it on the ground like it was his own little kingdom. When asked what he was doing, he simply smiled and said, ‘Just keeping things in order.’ Ever since then, everyone calls him ‘Mr. Stamp,’ and no one ever questions why the mailboxes are always perfectly arranged.

2. In the dim light of dusk, a postal worker heard an unusual sound coming from the mail sorting room. Curious, she approached and saw a small dog diligently licking envelopes, seemingly trying to organize them by size. Curiously, she watched as the little fellow worked his way through the pile, occasionally stopping to sniff a particularly large envelope before resuming his task. Eventually, he finished with a satisfied wag of his tail and trotted out into the hallway, leaving behind a perfectly sorted stack. The next morning, everyone in the office marveled at the neatly arranged letters—until they realized it was just another day’s work for a regular neighborhood mutt who liked to help out at the post office.

3. At dawn, when most mailboxes were empty, a delivery driver noticed small envelopes addressed to ‘The Next Resident’ appearing in random boxes. Curious, he picked one up and found it contained only a handwritten note: ‘Welcome to Otay Mesa! Hope you enjoy your stay.’ The next day, more appeared—one for every mailbox. It turned out that an anonymous neighbor had been leaving them as a friendly greeting to new residents.

4. At midnight, when the moonlit streets of Otay Mesa were almost deserted, a delivery driver heard a voice over the intercom: ‘Next stop: mailbox number infinity.’ Curious, he followed the voice’s instructions and found himself delivering mail to an empty lot marked only with a sign reading ‘Future Home of Infinity Mailbox.’ A neighbor chuckled from behind him, whispering, ‘Just another night at the annex, pal.’