Broadway Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the bulletin board inside Broadway Post Office. It read: ‘Free donuts for anyone who can guess the secret word.’ Curiosity piqued, everyone started trying their luck. Finally, after hours of guessing, an old lady said, 'The secret word is "coffee"!' Everyone burst out laughing—there was indeed free coffee hidden behind the counter. The delivery driver looked embarrassed but happy, realizing it had been a clever prank by the postal workers. From then on, Broadway Post Office became known as the place where you could get both mail and a good cup of joe.

2. A neighborhood kid was delivering newspapers one foggy morning when he stumbled upon an unusual note taped to the door of Broadway Post Office. The note read: 'Dear Sir/Madam, please deliver all letters addressed to Mr. Nobody here.' The boy laughed and thought it was a prank until his teacher mentioned something similar happened last week in another mail box. Turns out, Broadway Post Office had received a flood of letters addressed to ‘Mr. Nobody’—and no one knew why.

3. On a particularly quiet Sunday morning, a postal worker arrived early at Broadway Post Office. As she unlocked the door, she heard faint laughter coming from the empty hallway. Curious, she followed the sound and found an old envelope dancing down the corridor on its own accord. After a moment of stunned silence, she burst out laughing. Turns out, one of the neighborhood kids had taped a tiny motor inside it for prank day at school. The rest of her shift was spent trying not to giggle every time she saw that envelope.

4. On a chilly autumn morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Broadway Post Office and found the front door wide open. He glanced around suspiciously but heard only the soft hum of the old clock in the lobby. Curious, he stepped inside and saw an elderly gentleman folding letters on a counter. ‘Morning,’ said the man without looking up. The delivery driver cleared his throat. ‘Um, excuse me—this is Broadway Post Office?’ The old fellow finally looked up with twinkling eyes. ‘Why yes, it is. And you are…?’ ‘A delivery driver.’ The old man nodded knowingly. ‘Ah, I see. Well, welcome to our little community here. Coffee’s on me today.’