About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One day in the Maypole Post Office, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every time he approached the old oak tree outside, his mailbag seemed heavier. Curious kids passing by swore they saw tiny hands reaching out from behind its trunk. Finally, an old neighbor came by and whispered that the tree was hauntingly fond of cookies. Soon enough, every morning before work, our hero brought a fresh batch. And lo and behold—no more heavy bags or mysterious hands! The only thing seen now were little footprints leading away from the tree towards the local bakery.
2. In the quiet town of Maypole, a regular customer asked the postal clerk one morning: ‘Why does it always take longer for packages addressed to “John Smith”?’ The clerk smiled and whispered conspiratorially, ‘Because John Smith is everyone’s middle name around here.’ The regular laughed heartily, realizing the truth in that quirky little town.
3. At the Maypole Post Office, a little girl pointed excitedly at her envelope and whispered to her mom, ‘Look, it’s got a stamp that looks like a unicorn!’ The mother smiled and said, 'Oh sweetie, that's just our local mail carrier's van in the background.' The little girl giggled and ran off to show her friend, while the postal worker pretended not to notice the commotion.
4. In the small town of Maypole, a delivery driver pulled up to the post office one morning. As he approached the door, he swore he heard a faint humming coming from inside—like someone singing off-key while sorting mail. Curious, the driver cracked open the door and peered in. There stood an old lady, wearing a faded apron, gently humming as she sorted letters. ‘Morning!’ she chirped without turning around. The driver cleared his throat awkwardly. ‘Good morning,’ he replied, trying not to laugh. Turns out, it was just Mrs. Jenkins, the postmistress, who always sang when she worked.