About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning in West LA, a postal worker noticed something strange: every time he arrived early for work, an old man appeared from nowhere and started sorting mail with eerie precision. Nobody else saw him, but the letters always ended up perfectly organized. Finally, one day, the curious postal worker decided to follow the mysterious figure. As he watched, the old man disappeared into thin air after finishing his task. Smiling, the worker realized that maybe it was just an urban legend—until he found himself sorting mail faster than ever before. From then on, everyone called him ‘the ghostly efficiency expert.’
2. In the early hours of dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to the Westside Post Office. As he approached the door, he heard an eerie humming coming from inside. Curious, he opened the door just a crack—and found himself face-to-face with a mysterious figure sorting letters with lightning speed. The delivery driver blinked twice and realized it was just his neighbor, Mr. Jenkins, who’d stayed late to help out. With a smile, Mr. Jenkins winked and whispered, ‘Don’t tell anyone—keeps things interesting around here!’
3. At midnight, when only crickets sang their nocturnal song, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Westside Post Office. Suddenly, he heard an odd humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he cracked open the door and peered inside—only to discover an old man humming along with his headphones, sorting letters by moonlight. ‘What time is it?’ asked the startled senior. The driver replied, ‘Midnight, sir.’ With a smile, the old man said, “Perfect timing for another late-night letter delivery.”
4. In the dim light of an autumn morning, a mail carrier asked himself: ‘Why does that same old lady always seem to be standing outside the post office at exactly 6:09 AM?’ Finally, curiosity got the better of him. He parked his truck and approached her gently. Turns out she was waiting for the exact time to feed her pet goldfish through the slot—she claimed it brought her luck. The mailman laughed, shook his head, and thought to himself, ‘Another Westside mystery solved.’