Boylston Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the postal counter—a small envelope addressed to ‘The Next Person Who Opens This.’ Curious, everyone started checking their mail more closely, only to find similar envelopes containing riddles and tiny gifts. Soon enough, everyone in town was solving puzzles and exchanging little trinkets. One day, an envelope contained just a note: 'Thanks for playing! Now please return these to the post office.' Turns out, it had been a fun prank by a regular who loved seeing everyone smile. The whole town laughed and went back to their daily routines, knowing that sometimes life can be as simple—and delightful—as a mystery delivered right to your door.

2. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver approached the Boylston Post Office with an unusual package. ‘What’s this?’ he asked curiously as he set it down on the counter. The clerk looked at it quizzically and said, 'I don’t know, but it’s addressed to “Mr. Postman, c/o Boylston Post Office.”' They both laughed, shook their heads, and decided to open it later. Turns out, it was just a birthday cake for the new mail carrier—a regular—who had been working late hours. Everyone in town got a slice after work that day.

3. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to the Boylston Post Office and asked curiously, ‘Have you ever seen a letter addressed to “Santa’s Little Helper”?’ The clerk shook her head with a smile. 'No, never,' she replied. The delivery driver laughed and said, 'Well, I better check it again.' And indeed, when he did, he found another envelope addressed simply to 'Mrs. Claus'. A regular chuckled from behind him, shaking his head and muttering, 'Some days, it's good to work here!'

4. A delivery driver arrived at the Boylston Post Office one foggy morning, only to discover that every stamp in the entire building had inexplicably turned into a smiley face. Confused and amused, the driver asked an old neighbor passing by for help. ‘Oh, those,’ she laughed, pointing to the stamps. ‘They’ve been like that since Mr. Jenkins retired last week.’ Turns out, Mr. Jenkins used to decorate each stamp with his own little smiley faces before retiring. Everyone just assumed it was some mysterious phenomenon!’