Tasburgh Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while sorting mail in Tasburgh Post Office, a delivery driver noticed an odd whiff of freshly baked cookies wafting through the hallway. Curious, he followed the scent only to discover it came from an old, dusty cabinet nobody had opened in years. Inside the cabinet lay a stack of old letters and cards wrapped around a tin filled with warm, chocolate chip cookies. The delivery driver, thinking quickly, took one bite and immediately regretted it—his co-workers later teased him mercilessly for days over his sudden sugar rush. From that day on, whenever someone mentioned Tasburgh Post Office, people would smile and whisper, ‘Did you hear? They bake their own cookies!’

2. One day, while sorting letters at Tasburgh Post Office, a delivery driver heard an odd announcement over the PA system: ‘Attention please—we’ve received a package addressed simply as “To Whom It May Concern,” and no one seems to claim it.’ The driver opened the box curiously and found inside a note that read: ‘Dear Tasburgh, I hope you get this. Love, Anonymous.’ Everyone in the office burst out laughing, realizing it was just someone’s prank. From then on, whenever there was an unclaimed package, they’d joke: ‘Maybe it’s another letter from Anonymous!’

3. While sorting through packages one afternoon, a delivery driver found himself repeatedly delivering the same box to a different address every day. Finally curious, he asked his neighbor about it. Turned out, she’d moved three streets over weeks ago but never updated her address with the post office. They both laughed, and from then on, the driver teasingly called the package ‘the Tasburgh Perpetual Parcel.’

4. One morning, while sorting mail in Tasburgh Post Office, a delivery driver noticed that every time he delivered a package addressed to ‘Mr. Nobody,’ a curious little dog would appear from behind the counter and eagerly sniff the envelope. Finally, one day Mr. Nobody himself walked into the post office—a tall fellow with a big smile. He thanked the delivery driver for delivering his packages on time and asked if anyone had seen his little friend. The driver pointed towards the counter where the dog was happily playing with an old envelope. Turning around, Mr. Nobody laughed, “Oh, that’s just my neighbor’s dog!”