About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A delivery driver pulled up to Davis Islands Post Office one morning, frowning as he scanned the parking lot. Something seemed off—there were no cars, but the mail truck’s engine was running. He got out and looked around, only to see an old man walking briskly away from the building with a large envelope under his arm. As the driver approached, the old man turned sharply and shouted, ‘Just delivering the mail, sonny!’ Then he winked and disappeared down the street. The driver scratched his head, shook it, and walked back to the truck, muttering, ‘Old coot must’ve been taking a shortcut.’
2. A delivery driver pulled up to Davis Islands Post Office one morning, frowning as he noticed an envelope addressed simply to ‘The Mayor of Davis Islands.’ He opened it curiously and found a note inside reading: 'Dear Mayor, please deliver these letters.' Inside were envelopes addressed to everyone on the island—'to Mr. Brown,' 'to Mrs. Smith,' even 'to the Dog Walker.' The delivery driver laughed out loud, realizing that someone had pranked them all.
3. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Davis Islands Post Office, squinting into the mist as he tried to make out the sign. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed an old man waving frantically from inside. ‘Hey there!’ called the driver. ‘Can you see me okay?’ The man nodded enthusiastically and replied, ‘Sure can, sonny! I just sent my granddaughter off to college today—she’s studying postal history.’ With that, they both burst into laughter, realizing they were the only two people in the entire post office.
4. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to Davis Islands Post Office, puzzled by the long queue of mailboxes that seemed to stretch forever. As he approached the last mailbox, the driver noticed an old man waving frantically from behind the counter. ‘Sir,’ asked the confused driver, ‘why do I see mailboxes out here but no houses?’ The man smiled and replied, ‘Son, these are our retirement plans—we send them off every month!’