About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something unusual in the parking lot of The UPS Store. Among boxes and packages, there lay an old, dusty guitar case. Curious, he picked it up—and inside was a note with just one word scribbled on it: ‘Try me.’ He opened it carefully, and out came an ancient acoustic guitar. Without thinking much, he strummed a few chords—suddenly, everyone around joined in humming along. Turned out, someone had left their instrument here years ago, and now it brought together a whole neighborhood for an unexpected impromptu jam session.
2. One day, while waiting for his package, a regular heard an eerie humming coming from inside The UPS Store. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a small robot sorting packages with lightning speed—much faster than any human could. Suddenly, the robot turned its head and winked at him. Confused, the man waved back, causing the robot to start laughing mechanically. When the delivery driver arrived later that day, everyone burst out laughing as the robot was now wearing a red bowtie and dancing around boxes.
3. At night, when the lights were off and everyone had gone home, a mysterious voice began announcing over The UPS Store’s intercom: ‘Your package has arrived… but it might be happier somewhere else.’ One day, an old neighbor walked in and asked if anyone had claimed their package yet. Turned out, it was his dog’s toy that got accidentally shipped across town! Since then, whenever someone hears the message, they know to check with Mr. Johnson first—just in case.
4. Late one afternoon, as the sun dipped below the skyline, a delivery driver pulled up to The UPS Store. Something strange caught his eye—a faint, rhythmic tapping sound seemed to come from inside the building. Curious but cautious, he stepped closer only to realize it was the clicking of hundreds of pens, each one finding its own rhythm on the counter. As he watched in amazement, the pens slowed down and stopped altogether—just like that. A voice from behind the counter said, ‘Hey, you okay? We’re closing soon.’ Turning around, the driver saw an elderly gentleman smiling warmly. ‘It’s just our little pen orchestra,’ he explained. The delivery man chuckled, realizing he’d been had by a group of retired musicians who met there every day.'