Butterwick Stores

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of a typical autumn day in rural New England, a delivery driver pulled up to Butterwick Stores with a package marked ‘urgent.’ As he approached the counter, the old cashier raised an eyebrow and whispered something to a regular who had just entered. The regular nodded knowingly, reached into his pocket, and produced a small envelope. He slipped it across the counter with a mischievous smile. The cashier took it, winked at the delivery guy, and said softly, 'This one's for you.' That evening, as dusk settled over Butterwick Stores, the regular was seen leaving with a broad grin, while the delivery man scratched his head and muttered, 'What the heck was that all about?'

2. In the dim light of Butterwick Stores' post office late one night, a regular asked the clerk, 'Do you ever notice how every stamp looks like it's smiling?' The clerk smiled and replied, ‘Only when I’m trying to stick them on envelopes!’ A delivery driver chimed in from behind the counter, ‘And that’s why our letters always arrive with a little smiley face!’ The whole place burst into laughter, and for a moment, Butterwick Stores felt more like home than anywhere else.

3. In the dim light of Butterwick Stores' post office late one night, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the counter: an old envelope addressed to ‘The Next Person Who Opens This’. Curious, he opened it and read: 'Dear Friend, could you please deliver this letter to someone who loves buttered waffles?' Turns out, it was from an elderly neighbor who forgot her own address but remembered everyone else’s cravings.'

4. Late one afternoon, as a delivery driver unloaded boxes from his truck near Butterwick Stores, he noticed something odd—a small wooden bird perched on top of an envelope addressed to no one. Curious, he picked up the envelope and saw that it was sealed with butterfly stickers and had ‘Happy Birthday’ written in childish handwriting. Turning around, he asked the nearest shopper, a friendly old lady, if she knew anything about it. With a twinkle in her eye, she replied, “Oh, that’s just little Timmy’s birthday present for Mr. Jenkins next door—he always forgets.”