About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A delivery driver once muttered under his breath as he parked his truck outside East Union Post Office: ‘This place is cursed.’ Ever since then, every Wednesday at exactly three o’clock, an old mailbag would mysteriously appear on the steps. One Wednesday afternoon, a neighbor passing by noticed the bag and decided to investigate. Turned out it was just an old costume prop from a local theater group rehearsing nearby. Since then, whenever anyone sees the mysterious mailbag, they wave and joke about who’ll get stuck delivering it next week. The legend lives on—lightly and humorously.
2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the East Union Post Office and noticed something unusual in one of the mailboxes. Inside lay an old, dusty letter addressed to ‘The Next Person Who Opens This.’ Curious, he opened it, only to find another note reading: ‘Take what you need, leave what you can’t use.’ From then on, whenever someone new arrived at the post office, they’d find little notes inside their mailbox—some offering free pens, others asking for spare stamps or even advice on where to get the best coffee nearby. It became known as the 'East Union Good Samaritan Mailbox,' and soon enough, everyone started leaving behind small tokens of kindness themselves.
3. One day, an elderly gentleman approached the counter with a peculiar package wrapped in brown paper. ‘This is for someone named “John Doe,”’ he whispered, glancing around nervously. The clerk raised an eyebrow but nodded, taking the package without comment. Days passed, and no one claimed the package. Finally, a delivery driver found an old address book listing ‘John Doe, East Union.’ Curious, he opened it—only to discover that every page was blank except for one note scribbled inside: “Dear John, meet me at the post office.” Turns out, everyone in town was waiting for each other.
4. One afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to the East Union Post Office and noticed something unusual on the loading dock—a large wooden crate labeled ‘CONFIDENTIAL’. Curious, he opened it to find hundreds of old letters addressed to ‘Mr. X’, all dated decades ago. As he read further, he found that each letter contained only one sentence: 'Please deliver this message to Mr. X.' But there was no address or return information. Confused, the driver decided to follow instructions and delivered them to every Mr. X in town. Soon enough, neighbors started receiving letters from long-forgotten friends and relatives, rekindling old friendships over tea and cookies.