USPS - Barrio Obrero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At closing time one day, a delivery driver noticed something odd: the mailboxes were whispering. At first he thought it was his imagination, but when other employees started reporting hearing whispers too, they decided to stay after hours and investigate. Finally, they discovered that an old fan in the ceiling had started making strange noises when it got dusty. Everyone had a good laugh, and from then on, ‘Barrio Obrero’ became known not just for its efficient mail service, but also for its quirky little secret.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to Barrio Obrero late one afternoon. As he approached the counter, an old man asked him, 'Do you ever wonder why the mail here always arrives exactly when the sun sets?' The delivery driver scratched his head and replied, ‘I guess it’s some kind of magical postal thing.’ The old man smiled and said, ‘It’s not magic—it’s just that our postmaster knows every streetlight in town like the back of his hand!’ Everyone laughed, including a regular who walked in and quipped, ‘Well, better than being delivered by pigeon!’

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Barrio Obrero one morning and noticed an old typewriter on the postal van’s loading dock. Curious, he picked it up—only to hear faint typing sounds coming from inside. The driver opened the door slowly, expecting maybe a prank or a stray cat. Instead, he found an elderly gentleman in a fedora, tapping away furiously on the keys. ‘Excuse me,’ said the driver politely. The man looked up with a smile, his hands still flying over the keyboard. ‘Oh, hello there! Just finishing up my novel. Need some stamps for the manuscript?’

4. A delivery driver pulled up to Barrio Obrero one morning and noticed an old man feeding pigeons inside the post office lobby. The birds seemed unusually tame and friendly. The driver smiled and asked if he could help with anything. ‘Just keeping my friends fed,’ replied the old man, patting a pigeon on the head. Suddenly, another employee emerged from behind the counter, exclaiming, ‘Senor, you can’t bring wild animals inside!’ The old man laughed and waved goodbye as he walked out, leaving everyone in the office scratching their heads—except for the pigeons, who were already making themselves at home on the counter.