Boughton Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an elderly lady approached the counter with a package wrapped in old newspaper. ‘I’d like to send this to myself,’ she said with a twinkle in her eye. Since then, every Wednesday at exactly 3 p.m., someone has been receiving mysterious packages addressed simply to ‘Mrs. B.’ Finally, one day a young delivery driver noticed the pattern and decided to peek inside the package. Inside was always the same note: 'Dear Mrs. B, please enjoy your surprise!' accompanied by a small box of freshly baked cookies from the local bakery. Ever since that revelation, everyone in town jokes that the postmaster must be secretly baking for himself.

2. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to the Boughton Post Office and asked the clerk, ‘Do you know why I’m always late? Every time I come here, someone starts talking about their great-great-grandfather who worked here!’ The clerk smiled and replied, ‘Oh yes, Mr. Jenkins from next door loves to tell that story every time he comes in.’ The delivery driver shook his head with a laugh, got his package, and drove off—never again late for another postal run.

3. At dawn one foggy morning, a postal worker heard a strange humming sound coming from inside the mailroom. Curious, he opened the door only to see hundreds of tiny letters dancing in perfect formation across the floor. The letters were moving like an elaborate dance, spelling out ‘Happy Birthday’ in tiny handwriting. The worker smiled, thinking it was some prank by a regular customer, but when he looked closer, each letter seemed to be smiling back at him. Turns out, it was just a cleverly arranged greeting from all the townspeople—delivered early that misty morning.

4. One autumn afternoon, a small dog rushed into the Boughton Post Office, barking excitedly as it chased after its tail. The mail clerk looked on curiously until he noticed something odd—all the letters on the counter had suddenly started moving, floating inches above their envelopes. Just then, an elderly lady approached the counter, asking for her pension check. She watched in amazement as the letters hovered around her head like confetti. With a smile, she said, 'I guess today’s my lucky day!' And so, the Boughton Post Office became known not just for delivering mail, but also for occasional levitating letters—and everyone agreed it was worth the wait.