Clayton Street Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little girl walked into the Clayton Street Post Office and pointed excitedly towards the ceiling. ‘Mama,’ she whispered, ‘look! The mailman is dancing!’ Her mother blinked, then followed her gaze—and sure enough, there stood a delivery driver, humming softly as he sorted letters in perfect rhythm. The mother smiled, shaking her head with a laugh. 'Oh honey,' she said gently, 'he’s just Mr. Johnson, our friendly neighborhood mailman.' But the little girl persisted, pointing again: 'No, Mama—his feet are really moving!' And indeed, even from across the counter, you could see his shoulders swaying ever so slightly as he worked. From that day on, whenever anyone mentioned the Clayton Street Post Office, they’d whisper, 'Did you hear? That guy dances while delivering mail!'

2. A delivery driver arrived at the Clayton Street Post Office one afternoon with an unusual package. As he approached the counter, he noticed a small envelope taped to the box that read: ‘Open only if mail is delayed.’ The clerk glanced at each other and shrugged. With a mischievous smile, she said, 'Well, let's see what's inside!' They opened it carefully, revealing a handwritten note: “Dear Mailman, sorry for any inconvenience—package was too heavy for our tiny dog to carry.” Everyone burst out laughing, including the delivery driver who’d been called back from his truck.

3. One day, a regular approached the counter at the Clayton Street Post Office and asked the clerk to weigh his package. When she placed it on the scale, it read ‘Love Letter’. The clerk looked puzzled but said, 'I’m sorry, sir, I can only measure in grams or ounces.' The man replied, 'Then weigh my heart!' Everyone burst out laughing, including the delivery driver waiting behind him. From that day on, whenever someone mentioned love letters, people would smile and recall the funny incident at Clayton Street Post Office.

4. Have you heard about the guy who went to the Clayton Street Post Office and asked if they had a special stamp for lost loves? Nobody knew what to say. The clerk looked puzzled for a moment, then smiled and said, ‘We have stamps for everything here—first class, priority, even airmail—but I’m sorry, we don’t do love.’ A delivery driver overheard and chimed in, ‘Actually, mate, maybe he should try the local florist next door—he has something called “romantic surprise”!’