Mission Station San Francisco Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little girl walked into the Mission Station San Francisco Post Office and asked the clerk, ‘Where do letters go when they leave here?’ Before anyone could answer, everyone in line started laughing—even the mailboxes seemed to twitch. The clerk smiled and whispered, 'They fly away like butterflies!' Suddenly, everyone in line saw tiny wings flitting around the ceiling. The little girl giggled, thinking it was the most magical thing she'd ever seen. From then on, whenever someone mailed a letter from that post office, they’d say, 'I wonder if those letters really turn into butterflies?'

2. One day, an old delivery driver pulled up to the Mission Station San Francisco Post Office in his truck. As he opened the door, a small package fell out and rolled towards the entrance. Curious neighbors gathered around it, but no one dared touch until the driver noticed something odd: the package seemed to be moving on its own. Suddenly, everyone heard a tiny voice inside: ‘Hey, don’t you guys know how to open packages?’ The group looked down and saw a sleepy-looking hamster sticking its head out of the box. Turns out, someone had accidentally shipped their pet instead of a birthday gift. Moral of the story? Always double-check your labels!’

3. One afternoon, a neighbor dropped by the Mission Station San Francisco Post Office to mail some letters. As she waited in line, she noticed something peculiar: every time someone mentioned their address as ‘Mission District,’ the clerk would pause and smile knowingly. Curious, our neighbor asked why this was happening. The clerk leaned in conspiratorially and whispered, 'That’s because everyone here knows that “Mission District” is actually just shorthand for “I’m too drunk to remember my real address!”' Everyone burst out laughing, including the poor delivery driver who’d been called there earlier that day.

4. One night, a postal worker named Alex locked himself out of the Mission Station San Francisco Post Office. As he frantically searched for his keys, a regular shouted from across the street: ‘Hey, Alex! Maybe you should check your pockets again!’ Alex sheepishly checked his pockets one more time and found his keys wedged between his phone and wallet. A delivery driver passing by laughed and said, 'Welcome to our city, Alex!' The regular smiled knowingly and whispered to no one in particular, 'Guess he’ll never forget where his keys are now.'