Boston Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver arrived early with a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and sealed with twine. As he approached the counter, everyone noticed that the postal clerk’s eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t say a word. Finally, after much hesitation, the clerk whispered to the driver, ‘It’s from your wife—she says it’s breakfast.’ Everyone burst out laughing as they realized the package was just a big box of doughnuts. The driver grinned sheepishly and said, “Guess I’ll be late for lunch today!”

2. One day, an elderly lady entered the Boston Post Office and asked the clerk if she could mail a letter addressed simply to ‘Lucky Person.’ Since then, every Wednesday at exactly three o’clock, someone anonymously drops off packages labeled only with that same address. Finally, one Wednesday afternoon, a delivery driver arrived with a package marked ‘Lucky Person,’ but instead of leaving it in the usual spot, he accidentally dropped it into the fountain outside. A regular passerby picked up the soaking wet note, read aloud, 'Dear Lucky Person, today’s your lucky day—come claim your prize at City Hall!' The whole neighborhood burst out laughing.

3. At closing time one Friday, a postal worker locked up the Boston Post Office as usual. But when he flipped on the lights the next morning, something odd greeted him—a small pile of letters addressed simply to ‘The Future’. Confused and intrigued, he opened them one by one—each letter was from someone who had recently moved away or passed on. Turns out, it was just a quirky habit of a regular who always mailed his letters for future reference. Everyone got a good laugh, and now the story’s part of local lore.

4. At closing time one night, a postal worker noticed something odd on the counter: a small envelope addressed simply to ‘The Next Person Who Opens This’. Curious, he opened it and found inside a crumpled note that read: ‘Please don’t forget to stamp my package!’ Turns out, it was from a delivery driver who’d forgotten his own envelope.