About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early morning fog of a typical autumn day in Seattle, a delivery driver pulled up to The UPS Store with an unusual package. As he approached the counter, the store’s regular noticed something peculiar: the box seemed to be glowing softly. Curious, one of the employees asked if they could help. To everyone's surprise, when they opened it, inside was just a small note that read: 'Sorry for the inconvenience, my flashlight was dead.' Turns out, the glow came from the LED light on the neighbor's new phone charger.
2. At night, when The UPS Store closed its doors, a soft humming started coming from inside. Employees dismissed it as just another malfunctioning package scanner, but customers passing by swore they heard someone singing along softly to old jazz standards. One evening, an elderly delivery driver named Mr. Jenkins popped in after hours for some forms. He claimed he heard not only singing, but also laughter and the sound of someone playing piano. When he finally worked up his courage to investigate, he found the place empty—except for one box that kept bobbing up and down to the rhythm of the music. Turns out, it was just a vibrating printer having a good time.
3. In the middle of a routine Monday afternoon, an unfamiliar voice crackled over The UPS Store’s intercom: ‘Attention, please! Your package has arrived… from the future!’ A puzzled employee rushed downstairs to see nothing but a plain brown box labeled with an unfamiliar address. After much confusion and laughter, it turned out to be a birthday present for one of the neighbors, sent ahead by mistake. Everyone had a good laugh—and now, whenever someone mentions time travel, they all joke that The UPS Store is the closest thing to it.
4. One day, while checking packages at closing time, a clerk noticed something odd: every Tuesday, a mysterious package arrived addressed simply to ‘The Neighborhood’. Who it was for remained a mystery. Curious, she opened it one week—inside was just a note scribbled in childish handwriting: 'Please hold my package until I grow up enough to understand responsibility.' Turned out, a neighborhood kid had been leaving his toys there each week, too shy to ask his parents to mail them himself. The end result? A weekly tradition of little gifts and notes from kids, making the store’s staff smile every Tuesday.