Lower Road Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Lower Road Post Office and noticed an unfamiliar scent wafting from inside. Curious, he opened the door slowly, only to see rows of mailboxes shifting ever so slightly—like they were breathing. As he approached, one old mailbox even seemed to wink at him! Startled, the driver quickly closed the door and rushed back to his truck. Later that day, when everything cleared, he found out it was just Mr. Jenkins, a regular neighbor, who had been watering his garden while wearing his favorite striped shirt—completely unaware of causing such a commotion.

2. One day, an elderly gentleman entered the Lower Road Post Office and asked the clerk, ‘Do you know why they call it “lower” road?’ The clerk replied, ‘No sir, I don’t.’ With a twinkle in his eye, the old man whispered, ‘Because when you drive down it, your mailbox always seems to be pointing upwards!’ The clerk laughed heartily, then turned back to his duties. A few minutes later, a delivery driver approached with a package addressed to someone who lived on Upper Road. As he walked towards the counter, another neighbor popped in and asked the same question. Smiling mischievously, the clerk leaned over and whispered, 'Because if you go up Upper Road, your mailbox points straight down!' Everyone burst out laughing, and for just a moment, the mundane post office became a place filled with good humor.

3. One autumn afternoon, a young mother rushed into the Lower Road Post Office with her toddler in tow. As she approached the counter, she noticed something odd—an old man standing quietly in line had suddenly started humming a familiar lullaby. As she leaned closer, she recognized the tune—it was her favorite childhood lullaby. The old man smiled gently and whispered, 'It’s my secret way of saying hello.' Turning back to the cashier, he asked for stamps, leaving everyone in the office laughing softly. That day, the Lower Road Post Office became known not just for sending letters but also for sharing unexpected musical greetings.

4. One evening, as the sun was setting behind Lower Road Post Office, a curious tourist approached the counter and asked, ‘Do you really close on Wednesdays?’ The clerk smiled and replied, 'No, sir, we're open every day.' Just then, a delivery driver walked in, waved, and said cheerfully, 'Hey, everyone's here today!' The tourist scratched his head, shook his head, and muttered under his breath, 'Weird place...'