West Concord Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something unusual in the mail sorting area—a small package wrapped in plain brown paper with no return address or sender’s name. Curious, he picked it up and placed it on his desk. Over the next few days, more identical packages appeared, each bearing the same mysterious packaging. Finally, one day, an old lady from the neighborhood stopped by and asked if anyone had seen her cat. Turns out, every package was filled with treats for her feline friend! The mystery was solved—and so was everyone's breakfast.

2. At dawn, when the West Concord Post Office doors first opened, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the counter: an envelope addressed simply to ‘The Quietest Place,’ with no return address. Curious, he picked it up and heard a soft hum coming from inside. As he opened it, out stepped a small, sleepy turtle who asked for ‘the quietest corner’ of the post office. The driver laughed and found just that spot—next to the air-conditioning unit. From then on, every morning, the little turtle would arrive before sunrise, mail his letters, and quietly go back home, making West Concord Post Office famous for its early-morning turtle deliveries.

3. At dawn, when the West Concord Post Office doors first opened, a delivery driver found an old, dusty hat sitting on the counter. Curious, he picked it up and noticed that every time he wore it while delivering mail, letters seemed to arrive faster and in perfect order. Soon enough, word spread among the neighbors, and everyone started asking for their own magical hat. One day, a grumpy old lady requested hers—and from then on, every letter she received was addressed not only correctly but also with a friendly note inside. The delivery driver grinned, realizing his hat had done its job: bringing joy instead of just speeding up deliveries.

4. At dawn, when the West Concord Post Office doors first opened, a delivery driver found an envelope addressed simply to ‘The Next Person Who Opens This’. Curiosity got the better of him. Inside was a note scribbled in childish handwriting: 'Please deliver this letter to my friend next door.' The envelope contained another envelope with no return address and a stamp that had long since expired. The delivery driver shrugged, stuck it in his pocket, and delivered it to the nearest neighbor, who happened to be a grumpy old man. Two days later, the same envelope returned, now addressed to 'The Delivery Driver Who Stole My Letter'.