About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A delivery driver was sorting mail one afternoon when he noticed something peculiar. A package addressed to ‘The Mayor of West Jordan’ kept appearing in different parts of town every day, always unsigned and never delivered. Finally, someone from city hall called asking for the mysterious packages. Turned out it was a prank from a regular who wanted free stamps. The delivery driver got a laugh and everyone got some amusing stories to tell over coffee.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver was sorting mail in the West Jordan Post Office when he heard an unusual sound—a soft humming coming from inside a large box destined for Salt Lake City. Curious, he opened it and found nothing but a letter addressed to himself—just his name and no return address. The next morning, everyone in town received a similar package with their own names on them. It turned out that a regular had accidentally packed up his entire house and sent it to Salt Lake City! A good-natured mix-up ended with everyone getting a laugh—and a free tour of each other’s homes.
3. Early one morning, a postal worker was checking the mailboxes when he heard an unusual sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered into the dimly lit room and saw something that made him smile. Curiously, he approached closer and found a sleepy cat nestled among the letters, fast asleep and purring contentedly. With a gentle laugh, he scooped up the feline and carried it outside, where his fellow workers greeted the unexpected guest with amusement and affection. From then on, ‘West Jordan’s Mailbox Cat’ became a local legend, occasionally visiting other mailboxes around town, much to everyone's delight.
4. Early one morning, a postal worker was checking the mailboxes when he saw a small dog staring intently into one of them. The dog seemed to be trying to communicate something important. The worker bent down and peered inside, but couldn’t see anything unusual. Curious, he opened the mailbox—and found nothing but an empty envelope with a note scribbled on it: ‘I’m lost, can you help?’ Below was a tiny pawprint. That afternoon, everyone in West Jordan knew that delivering mail meant also delivering stray dogs.’