State Road Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver grumbled under his breath as he pulled up to the State Road Post Office. ‘Why does it always take so long here?’ Suddenly, an old man in a tweed suit approached him and whispered, ‘Because every letter sent from here is addressed to someone who’s already left.’ The delivery driver scratched his head, then smiled sheepishly. ‘I guess that makes sense,’ he said. Just then, an envelope fluttered out of the mail slot and landed on the ground. Curious, he picked it up—it was addressed to himself, but with today’s date crossed out and yesterday’s written instead. The old man chuckled softly and walked away, muttering something about ‘timeless correspondence.’

2. A sign above the counter read: ‘Priority Mail Today May Take Tomorrow.’ A local grocer shook his head and muttered, ‘Next thing you know, they’ll be delivering Christmas packages on New Year’s Eve!’ Finally, an elderly neighbor approached the counter with a letter. After some confusion, she asked worriedly if her mail would arrive today. The clerk smiled wryly and replied, 'Ma’am, we’re doing our best here—maybe tomorrow will be sooner than you think!'

3. In the early afternoon, an elderly gentleman entered the State Road Post Office and approached the counter with a peculiar package. The clerk looked quizzically at him and asked, 'Sir, is this your first time sending a letter?' With a twinkle in his eye, the old man replied, ‘No, sonny, it’s not my first time. But today I’m sending something special—letters for every person who ever helped me along State Road.’ The clerk smiled, shook his head, and muttered under his breath as he accepted the bundle, ‘Another one of those mysterious packages from Mr. Jenkins.’

4. At dawn, a postal worker stretched lazily before unlocking the door. Suddenly, a strange humming sound filled the air—like bees trapped in a jar. The worker squinted into the dim light, trying to locate the source of the noise. Then, from behind him, a familiar voice called out: 'Morning, Albert! Did you forget to turn off your humming desk lamp again?' A neighbor waved cheerfully from across the street.