Brundall Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular noticed an old, dusty hat sitting on the counter at Brundall Post Office. No one claimed it, and soon similar odd items started appearing—an abandoned lunchbox, a half-eaten sandwich wrapped in newspaper, even a mismatched pair of socks. Soon enough, a delivery driver arrived with an ancient pipe cleaner and a crumpled note that read: ‘Please return to rightful owner.’ The postmaster shook his head and muttered, 'Next time someone sends us their lost sock, we'll know what to do!' And thus, Brundall Post Office became famous for its weekly ‘Lost & Found Mystery Hour,’ where neighbors gathered to laugh over forgotten treasures.

2. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to the Brundall Post Office and noticed something peculiar in the parking lot—a small wooden box, painted bright red with no visible markings. Curious, he approached it and found a note inside reading: ‘Free cookies for anyone who takes me home.’ The delivery driver grinned and thought, ‘Why not?’ He carried the little box into the post office, where everyone gathered around, sniffing curiously. Turned out the box contained freshly baked chocolate chip cookies from a neighbor down the street—an anonymous act of kindness that became a weekly tradition at Brundall Post Office.

3. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to the Brundall Post Office and saw something peculiar. A small dog, wagging its tail furiously, kept circling around the mailboxes, as if trying to deliver invisible letters. The delivery driver watched in amusement for a moment before deciding to help. He picked up the little dog and carried it inside, where an elderly lady behind the counter smiled warmly and said, ‘Oh, that’s just our local postmaster’s pup. He always helps with deliveries when he can.’

4. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to the Brundall Post Office and noticed something odd: the mailbag seemed heavier than usual, but when he opened it, there was only one letter—written in perfect cursive and addressed simply ‘To Whom It May Concern.’ The delivery driver shrugged and decided to deliver it as instructed. Later that evening, an elderly lady approached the counter, smiling warmly. She asked for her mail, took out the single letter, read it once more with a twinkle in her eye, then turned around and said cheerfully, 'That must be mine!'