About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A regular was leaving the East Boston Postal Station one afternoon when he noticed something odd. The mailboxes seemed to be shifting slightly as if they were breathing. Curious, he approached and saw that a delivery driver was adjusting the boxes, trying to get them just right. Turned out, the ‘breathing’ was actually the sound of him humming an old tune while working. A regular waved back with a smile, thinking it was the most unusual thing he’d seen in his neighborhood.
2. A delivery driver pulled up to the East Boston Postal Station early one morning and noticed something peculiar. The air was filled with an unusual scent—a mix of freshly baked cookies and old mailroom paper. Curious, he stepped inside only to discover the source: a small oven hidden behind a stack of envelopes. As he opened the oven door, out popped a grumpy but friendly old postal worker in a uniform covered with cookie crumbs. 'Morning!' said the man, handing him a warm cookie. 'Just helping myself to some breakfast,' he chuckled. The delivery driver left, shaking his head and smiling, knowing that sometimes the best deliveries come from unexpected places.
3. A delivery driver pulled up to the East Boston Postal Station late one night. ‘Hey,’ said an old man from across the street, ‘I’ve never seen you here before.’ The driver replied, ‘It’s my first day. I’m supposed to deliver these packages.’ ‘Really?’ asked the old man, squinting into the dark. ‘Then why do you look so lost? And why are you wearing a suit in November?’ The driver grinned sheepishly and adjusted his tie. ‘Oh, that,’ he said. ‘It’s part of the uniform for new guys.’ The old man nodded knowingly and walked away, muttering something about ‘first-day jitters’ as the delivery truck drove off into the night.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the East Boston Postal Station and noticed something odd: the mail truck’s headlights seemed to reflect not off the usual sign, but from an old, weathered poster inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an elderly gentleman sorting letters with a big smile on his face. ‘Excuse me,’ said the driver, ‘I thought this was closed.’ The man looked up, still grinning, ‘Oh no, sonny,’ he replied, ‘we’re always open for friendly faces!’