Gateway Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most postal workers were already sorting mail, an old man in a tweed suit walked into Gateway Post Office. He asked for a stamp, but the clerk noticed something peculiar—every time he spoke, the ink on the stamps seemed to change color. The clerk watched in amazement as the colors shifted from deep blue to bright red and then to golden yellow. The old man calmly paid for his stamps without noticing anything unusual. Later that day, a delivery driver mentioned seeing him again, this time humming a tune while sorting letters by their stamp colors. Everyone agreed it was just another quirky story about Gateway Post Office, where oddities happen daily.

2. Late one night, after everyone had gone home, a voice crackled over the Gateway Post Office’s intercom: ‘Attention all employees—your packages are trying to leave.’ Curious, the staff gathered around the intercom. A delivery driver replied, 'Ma’am, your packages are right here!' The voice insisted, 'They’re restless and want to go home!' Finally, an elderly neighbor suggested, 'Maybe they just need some tea.' Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it was a glitch in the system. The next day, someone brought in cookies for everyone.

3. At closing time, when the last stamp had been sold and the last envelope sealed, a delivery dog began sniffing around the empty lobby. Suddenly, he perked up and barked excitedly at something no one else could see. The postal clerk, curious but cautious, peered over the counter. All that met her eye was an old mailbag left behind. Then she heard it—a tiny voice whimpering from beneath the counter. She bent down and found a lost puppy, its little paws trembling with cold. ‘Well,’ she smiled, ‘looks like our delivery dog brought home more than just letters today!’

4. At closing time, when the last stamp had been sold and the last envelope mailed, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the gate: a small brass plaque engraved with mysterious words nobody could decipher. Curious, he took out his phone and tried to take a picture of it, but every time he did, the plaque would vanish from the gate and reappear somewhere else in town—on a mailbox, then on a street sign, finally ending up on top of someone’s porch. The next morning, everyone found it back where it belonged, neatly attached again to the gate. Turned out, it was just an old joke between neighbors: ‘The Gateway Post Office never closes!’