About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One evening, a delivery driver pulled up to the Westwood Post Office and noticed an old man standing outside. The man kept repeating, ‘This is my lucky spot,’ as he gazed intently at the mailboxes. Curious, the driver asked what made it so special. 'It’s where I first saw her,' the man whispered, pointing towards the building. The delivery driver smiled and shook his head, thinking the old man must be recalling some sweet memory. Just then, a young woman walked out of the post office, glancing briefly at the old man before continuing on her way. The driver nudged him gently and said, ‘Maybe she’ll come back.’ With a twinkle in his eye, the old man replied, ‘Never know… but I’ve got plenty more lucky spots!’
2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Westwood Post Office and noticed an old man repeatedly asking for directions to ‘the secret entrance.’ When asked if there was such a thing, he insisted it led to a hidden room filled with free pens. Curious, the driver followed him inside, only to discover rows of ordinary filing cabinets. The old man whispered that the free pens were actually in plain sight—just write letters addressed to yourself! Everyone laughed as they left, realizing the joke was on them all along.
3. One afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to the Westwood Post Office and noticed an old man repeatedly asking for ‘the package from Russia.’ No matter how many times he was told there was nothing waiting for him, he would return the next day with the same question. Finally, one day the delivery driver decided to play along. He asked around and found out that an elderly neighbor had been sending packages to himself every month—filled with home-baked cookies! Turns out, it was just his way of saying thanks for delivering mail so promptly.
4. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to the Westwood Post Office and noticed an old lady standing outside, talking animatedly to herself. She seemed completely oblivious to everything around her. As he approached, she suddenly waved a letter in the air, shouting, ‘This is my ticket home!’ The delivery driver smiled, thinking it was just another quirky Westwood resident, and drove off without noticing that she had accidentally dropped the envelope right onto his head. That evening, a neighbor found her sitting on the porch, calmly addressing envelopes while humming a tune.