North Campus Mail Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the mail sorting table—a package wrapped in plain brown paper with no address or return label. Curious neighbors started seeing similar packages appearing around the North Campus area. Finally, someone from the university found out that it was just an overzealous student trying to deliver free care packages to friends and colleagues. The packages contained nothing more dangerous than cookies and handwritten notes. Since then, everyone jokes that North Campus has its very own secret mailman—an anonymous baker who loves spreading cheer.

2. One day, while waiting for his package, a regular muttered under his breath, ‘I wonder if they deliver happiness here too?’ The next morning, he found a small envelope addressed to no one in particular, containing only a single sheet of paper with these words: “Today you’ll receive exactly what you expect.” Since then, everyone who visits the North Campus Mail Center seems to leave with just a little more cheer than when they arrived. A few weeks later, an impatient delivery driver pulled up and growled, 'Where’s my package?!' The next day, he received a note reading, 'Your patience is on backorder.' He grinned as he drove off, realizing maybe he’d learned something after all.

3. In the early hours of one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the North Campus Mail Center. As he unloaded packages from his truck, he heard an odd sound coming from inside the building—something like rustling paper, but too rhythmic and consistent to be wind. Curious, the driver approached the source of noise, only to discover an old janitor humming softly as he sorted mail. ‘Must’ve been those letters,’ he chuckled, pointing at a pile of envelopes dancing gently in time with his tune. The driver shook his head and smiled, thinking it was another quirky campus story—a North Campus tradition, no doubt.

4. In the early hours of one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to North Campus Mail Center. As he stepped out, someone called from inside: 'Hey, do you see that envelope?' The delivery driver peered through the mist and shook his head. ‘No, I don’t see any envelope,’ he replied. A voice from within giggled: ‘It’s right here in my hand!’ The door opened, and an old professor emerged, holding a large manila envelope with a mischievous smile. ‘Just wanted to make sure it wasn’t lost in all this fog.’