Long Stratton Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A regular noticed something peculiar one morning while waiting in line at Long Stratton Post Office. Amongst the usual assortment of packages and letters, there sat an old, dusty hatbox. Curious neighbors began stopping by just to see what might emerge next. Finally, after weeks of anticipation, a tiny head poked out from the box—a mischievous-looking squirrel with a misplaced postal badge on its collar. The whole town erupted into laughter as the little critter scurried away, leaving behind only a note that read: ‘Sorry for the inconvenience—next time I’ll use FedEx!’

2. A delivery driver pulled up to the Long Stratton Post Office one afternoon and called out: ‘Hey, anyone seen my package? I left it right here!’ The entire town had apparently been using the same spot for years—an old, weathered bench outside the entrance. An elderly neighbor happened by just then and piped up, ‘Oh, that’s easy! Everybody knows you always leave your packages on Mr. Jenkins’ old green chair.’ Everyone laughed, including the befuddled delivery driver who sheepishly went inside to explain his mistake. From then on, everyone in town made sure their packages were delivered directly to them—and poor Mr. Jenkins’ chair remained empty.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to the Long Stratton Post Office one day and found an unusual package on the loading dock. Curious neighbors gathered around, wondering whose it could be, but no one claimed ownership. The package was wrapped in brown paper with strange markings, so nobody dared open it. Eventually, a regular customer walked in, asked if anyone had seen his package, and when he recognized it, exclaimed, 'That’s mine!' Turned out, he’d left it there weeks ago during his morning coffee break.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to the Long Stratton Post Office one day and asked the clerk with a straight face, 'Do you accept packages marked as "extra large banana"?' The clerk raised an eyebrow but replied calmly, ‘We don’t usually handle bananas here.’ The delivery driver grinned sheepishly and said, ‘It’s not for eating—it’s for a local theater production!’ And so, the package was duly delivered, and life in Long Stratton went on, filled with odd yet charming moments.