Point Loma Station

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed an unusual note taped to the door of Point Loma Station. It read: ‘The mail will be delivered when penguins learn to surf.’ Curious locals started checking the mailbox every day for signs of avian aquatic acrobatics. Weeks passed without any sign of penguins on the waves, but soon people began finding strange little packages in their mailboxes—each containing a tiny surfboard and a note saying, ‘Keep trying!’ Eventually, everyone agreed it was worth waiting for such delightfully absurd deliveries.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Point Loma Station and was startled by a strange humming sound coming from inside. He peered through the window and saw a familiar face—an elderly gentleman sorting mail, but with a peculiar smile on his lips. The driver knocked gently, and the old man turned around, still smiling enigmatically. ‘Just testing the new mail-sorting algorithm,’ he said, waving a letter like a wand. The driver laughed it off, shook hands with the mysterious figure, and drove away, never mentioning what he’d seen. To this day, locals occasionally hear whispers of an old gentlemen humming softly in the early hours at Point Loma Station.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Point Loma Station and was surprised to see a neon sign flashing in the window: ‘Last Stamp Standing – Win Big!’ Curious, he walked inside and found an old man behind the counter. 'Just drop off your package,' said the man with a twinkle in his eye, 'and you might win something!' The driver shrugged, dropped off his package, and left—only to return later that evening when he heard another flashing light. Turns out, every time someone delivered a package, they got to try their luck at winning the last stamp standing.'

4. A little boy walked into Point Loma Station after school, puzzled by the strange smell wafting from the mailboxes. He asked his dad, ‘What’s that funny scent?’ ‘Oh,’ his dad replied casually, sniffing the air. ‘That’s just the special perfume they put in the mailboxes to keep away bugs.’ The boy wrinkled his nose but shrugged it off. Later, when everyone was asleep, he heard a soft humming coming from outside. Curious, he crept downstairs and saw an old delivery driver dancing around the mailbox, singing along to some tune only he could hear. The next morning, nobody mentioned anything unusual—except for the faint whiff of perfume still lingering in the air.