About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver asked curiously: ‘Why does everyone always wave at that old lady in the corner?’ The old lady smiled and waved back gently. "She's been doing that every day for years," she replied. The driver shrugged, shook his head, and muttered under his breath, 'Maybe she's just saying goodbye to her long-lost mailbox.'
2. A mail carrier noticed something peculiar every Wednesday afternoon. As she approached the old lobby post office on 31 Milk Street, an elderly gentleman would suddenly appear from behind the counter and whisper into her ear: 'Don't forget to check your mailbox!' Then he'd vanish as quickly as he came. One day, a new delivery driver arrived and decided to test the legend. On Wednesday, as he neared the post office, he pretended not to hear the old man's cryptic message. But when he got home that evening, he found a mysterious note in his mailbox: ‘Checked already—try again next week!’ Since then, everyone knows to keep their sense of humor—and always double-check their mail.
3. A postal worker was sorting letters one day when he overheard two neighbors discussing something unusual. 'Did you see that guy?' one asked excitedly. 'Every Tuesday, an elderly gentleman comes here at exactly three o’clock and stands motionless on the corner across from our post office.' Finally, the curious postal worker decided to investigate. On a Tuesday at precisely three o’clock, there stood an old man, perfectly still, wearing a fedora and holding a small envelope. When asked what he was doing, the gentleman replied with a twinkle in his eye, ‘Waiting for my mailman friend who never shows up.’ The worker laughed heartily and said, ‘That would be me!’
4. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to the post office on Milk Street and saw an unusual sight: a small bird perched on each mailbox, chirping in perfect rhythm with the opening bell. The driver smiled, thinking it was some sort of good omen. As he opened the first box, another bird tweeted out the exact time for him to start work. The whole scene became so routine that soon neighbors started bringing their own birds to synchronize with the mail delivery. By noon, the lobby looked like a miniature aviary, with birds chirping in harmony as letters and packages were sorted. It wasn’t long before the ‘Milk Street Timekeeping Birds’ became a local legend—though nobody ever quite figured out if the birds controlled the clock or vice versa.