About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, an elderly lady arrived at her usual counter in US Post Office Station #111. The announcer’s voice boomed over the speakers: ‘Attention, everyone! Due to a mysterious glitch, today all letters addressed to “Santa Claus” will be delivered immediately.’ A regular standing next to her smiled and said, 'Guess who just got their Christmas wish early!' Suddenly, a delivery driver rushed in, panting, 'Ma’am, your letter to Santa is here—better open it quick before he leaves!' And indeed, there was a tiny envelope with a stamp reading: "North Pole". The old lady burst into laughter, knowing that some things are best left unexplained.
2. At dawn one day, a delivery driver pulled up outside US Post Office Station #111 and froze mid-unload. The air was filled with a strange, sweet scent—like freshly baked cookies but stronger—and it seemed to come from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old lady sorting mail with a big smile on her face, humming along to some unknown tune. She had a plate of what looked like chocolate chip cookies next to her. ‘Morning!’ she chirped, offering him one. The driver took a bite, his eyes lighting up in surprise. ‘These are amazing,’ he said. ‘They’re my secret recipe,’ she replied, winking. After that, every morning, the delivery driver would stop for a cookie before his shift.
3. At dusk one night, a postal worker locked up US Post Office Station #111 and headed home. Suddenly, he heard a strange humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw an old mail sorting machine softly glowing, like it was dancing to some invisible tune. The humming grew louder, then suddenly stopped as if someone had turned off a radio. When he opened the door, everything was quiet—except for the smile on his face. ‘Guess I’m not too tired after all,’ he muttered, heading back inside with a newfound sense of wonder.
4. One autumn afternoon, a neighbor passing by US Post Office Station #111 noticed something odd: every Wednesday at precisely three o’clock, the mailboxes opened themselves. Curious, she watched from behind a bush as one mailbox slowly swung open like an old door on rusty hinges. Inside was only a single envelope addressed to 'The Mayor.' The next week, another box did the same thing, revealing a letter for 'The Dog Catcher.' Soon enough, everyone in town got a kick out of it—even the postmaster started laughing when he found a note for himself reading, ‘Dear Sir, your tie is crooked.’ It turned out that an anonymous delivery driver had been having fun with the station's ancient mechanism.