About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, as a delivery driver sorted packages on the porch of Meriwether Post Office, he noticed an envelope addressed simply to ‘The Next Person.’ Curious, he opened it—only to hear over the intercom: ‘Attention everyone, please collect your mail promptly or risk being featured in our next mysterious letter!’ That day, every resident of Meriwether eagerly checked their mailbox for the next note. Soon enough, a neighbor received a letter reading: 'Dear Mr. Smith, you missed your mail so often that we sent it back to yourself!' The whole town laughed until they realized it was time to actually go get their letters.
2. One foggy morning, a delivery driver sorted packages on the porch of Meriwether Post Office when he heard an odd humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious but not alarmed, he opened the door and found no one there—just the mailboxes whispering softly to each other. Suddenly, one mailbox started singing ‘Happy Birthday’ in a croaky voice. Startled, the driver looked around again—and saw dozens of envelopes waving tiny flags, cheering loudly. A nearby neighbor popped his head out and said, ‘Oh, that’s just old Mr. Smith’s letters celebrating their annual Independence Day parade!’
3. A delivery driver sorted packages on the porch of Meriwether Post Office one rainy afternoon. ‘Why does everything here take so long?’ he muttered under his breath, glancing at the clock. Suddenly, an envelope with no return address floated down from above. The envelope landed right in front of him, soaked but intact. Curious, he opened it and found a note scribbled in childish handwriting: 'Please wait for me.' Below was a tiny doodle of a smiling face and a bicycle. Turns out, a little girl next door had accidentally sent her homework through the mail instead of giving it to her neighbor directly.
4. One autumn afternoon, while sorting mail inside Meriwether Post Office, an elderly clerk noticed something peculiar: every time he placed a letter into a box marked ‘Missed Addresses,’ it seemed to disappear without a trace. Finally curious, the old man asked his colleague across the counter if anyone else had noticed the strange phenomenon. With a mischievous smile, she replied, 'Oh yes, I've been doing that for years—just filing them under “Missed Opportunities”!'