Weymoor Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while sorting mail in Weymoor Post Office, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. A small dog kept running towards an old wooden crate, sniffing it intently and then barking excitedly. Curious, the driver opened the crate to find nothing but an old umbrella inside. Just as he was closing it again, the little dog jumped up, snatched the umbrella with his mouth, and ran out through the door, leaving everyone laughing. Turned out it was just a neighborhood prankster—a regular who liked making unexpected appearances.

2. In Weymoor Post Office, one day after closing hours, a postal worker heard an unusual sound coming from the storage room. Curious, she opened the door to find a small dog diligently sorting envelopes into different piles. Upon closer inspection, she realized that the little fellow was none other than Mr. Whiskers, a neighborhood stray known for his love of mail and orderly habits. With a smile, she asked him what he was doing there. ‘Just helping out,’ replied Mr. Whiskers with a wagging tail, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The next morning, the entire town received their letters perfectly sorted—except for one envelope, which had a tiny note scribbled on it: “Thanks for the help!”

3. In Weymoor Post Office, late one night after everyone had gone home, a janitor cleaning up heard a soft humming coming from the old filing cabinet. Curious, he approached and saw that the drawer seemed to be moving on its own, as if someone were whispering inside. As he leaned closer, the humming grew louder, almost like a song. The janitor peered inside and saw an envelope slowly emerging from the depths. Startled, he picked it up—it was addressed to ‘The Next Person Who Opens This.’ Turns out, it was just a prank by a delivery driver who liked practical jokes.

4. In Weymoor Post Office, one rainy afternoon, a delivery driver found an old umbrella propped against the counter. He picked it up and continued with his rounds, only to discover that every time he returned, the umbrella was back on display. Finally, after weeks of this game, a regular customer asked if she could adopt the persistent umbrella. The postmaster smiled and said, ‘Why not? It’s been here longer than some of our employees!’ And so, the umbrella became part of the Weymoor community, hanging proudly next to the welcome sign.