Canterbury Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver asked curiously: ‘Why does everyone in Canterbury always wave and smile when I come here?’ An old neighbor leaned on his gate and winked: ‘They’re not waving at you, sonny,’ he chuckled. ‘They’re waving at the stories painted on your truck!’ The driver scratched his head, realizing that every day he drove around with a giant poster of penguins playing cricket on his vehicle.

2. A regular customer entered the Canterbury Post Office one afternoon and exclaimed: 'I just saw someone mail a letter addressed to themselves!' The postmaster raised an eyebrow and replied, ‘Really? That’s quite unusual.’ He then added with a smile, ‘But I guess if you’re sending yourself good wishes or reminders, it makes perfect sense!’ The regular nodded thoughtfully as he left, muttering something about how times must be tough for some people.

3. A small boy walked into the Canterbury Post Office, holding his father's hand. Suddenly, he stopped dead in his tracks, pointing excitedly at something on the counter. The clerk looked down and saw a tiny stamp lying there. ‘Oh,’ she said, smiling. ‘Someone must have dropped that.’ The little boy beamed proudly, nodding vigorously, as if it were his own achievement.

4. At dawn, when most postal workers were still stretching their legs, an old man arrived at the Canterbury Post Office with a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper. He asked the clerk to hold it for ‘just one more day,’ and then disappeared into the foggy morning. Months later, when everyone had forgotten about him, a delivery driver found an identical package addressed to the same post office—only this time it was filled with fresh-baked cookies from Mrs. Jenkins next door.