Robertsville Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Robertsville Post Office, every morning around sunrise, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. His dog began frantically barking at an old wooden crate marked ‘Special Delivery.’ The canine’s reaction puzzled everyone until one day, a little boy passing by pointed excitedly: ‘Look! It looks like a treasure chest!’ Finally, the curious driver opened the crate and found… nothing but an old, dusty letter addressed to no one in particular. Everyone burst out laughing, realizing that his dog had simply sniffed out an abandoned message from someone long gone. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned the mysterious crate, the whole town would smile and say, ‘Ah, just another day at Robertsville Post Office!’

2. At Robertsville Post Office, after hours when everyone had gone home, a little dog would appear from nowhere and run circles around the mailboxes. One night, an old delivery driver noticed the dog and decided to follow it. It led him to an empty corner of the post office where he found a secret stash of cookies hidden behind a mailbox. The next morning, everyone in town was talking about how ‘Robertsville’s postal pooch’ knew exactly where to find the best treats.

3. At Robertsville Post Office, during lunchtime rush hour, an announcement came over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that our mailbox for letters addressed to Santa Claus is now full.’ A delivery driver then joked into the mic, ‘And if you’re writing a letter to the Easter Bunny, it’s going straight to the overflow pile!’ The crowd laughed, and soon everyone was sending their Easter wishes along with Santa’s mail. It became Robertsville’s annual tradition—on December 26th, they’d empty both boxes together, ensuring no child went without presents.

4. At Robertsville Post Office, on rainy days, a strange smell of freshly baked cookies wafted through the lobby just before closing time. One day, an elderly neighbor came in and asked curiously, 'Is that cookie scent coming from the kitchen?' The postmaster smiled mysteriously and whispered, 'Only when it's almost closing.' As it turned out, it was just a regular's imagination—until he finally admitted he'd been sneaking into the staff room for a free cookie every afternoon.