Southeast Tulsa Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A regular was strolling through the mailroom one afternoon when he noticed something odd. The usual quiet hum of sorting machines had been replaced by an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of envelopes. Curious, the man approached a stack of letters and noticed that each envelope contained a tiny piece of paper with the same message: 'Your package will arrive tomorrow.' But when he looked up, everyone else seemed oblivious—even the delivery driver nodded knowingly as he drove away. The regular smiled, realizing it must be some inside joke among postal workers.

2. A curious delivery driver pulled up to the Southeast Tulsa Post Office one morning and asked an old man standing outside, ‘Why are you always staring at those mailboxes?’ The old man replied, ‘I’m waiting for my package from Russia— they said it would arrive in a wooden crate.’ Finally, after weeks of anticipation, the old man heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching his mailbox. He turned around with a smile, only to see his next-door neighbor waving cheerfully. 'Hey!' said the neighbor, holding out a small package wrapped in brown paper. 'Your Russian package arrived early—it was too big for a crate.'

3. A delivery driver pulled up to the Southeast Tulsa Post Office one morning and asked the clerk, 'Do you know where I can send a letter to someone who always gets everything backwards?' The clerk thought for a moment, then smiled and replied, ‘Why don’t you try sending it to our own Mr. Backwards? He lives right next door!’ The delivery driver shook his head with a laugh and said, ‘But he’s not even here.’ The clerk shrugged and grinned, ‘Then maybe your letter will be the first thing that finally reaches him today!’

4. A delivery driver pulled up to the Southeast Tulsa Post Office one morning. The air was filled with an unusual scent—a sweet, almost floral aroma that seemed out of place amidst the usual stamps and paper. As he approached the counter, a friendly clerk asked what the smell was. Turns out, it was just a batch of flowers delivered for a local wedding. Everyone had a good laugh—even the delivery driver, who thought he’d accidentally brought in some strange mail. From then on, whenever someone mentioned the Southeast Tulsa Post Office, people would smile and say, ‘Oh, you mean the flower-post-office!’