Upper Stafford Ave Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every time he arrived at Upper Stafford Ave Post Office, an old man in a tweed suit would appear from nowhere and wave him inside. Finally curious, the driver followed the gentleman one day. Turned out it was just an elderly neighbor who’d forgotten his own address and needed help finding home. Since then, whenever someone gets lost, they say the old guy in the tweed suit is waiting at the post office to guide them back.

2. A few weeks ago, a delivery driver asked curiously: ‘Why does everyone greet me with “Happy Birthday” when I come here?’ It turned out that every morning an elderly lady who worked there pretended to be surprised and wished him happy birthday. A regular customer explained, laughing, that it was her way of making his day brighter since she knew he often looked tired after delivering packages around town.

3. A delivery driver parked his truck and stepped out into the quiet street. Suddenly, an old man in a tweed jacket approached him with a curious smile. 'Excuse me,' said the stranger, 'do you often receive packages addressed simply as “Dear Friend”?' The delivery driver shrugged, ‘Not really.’ The old man leaned closer, whispering conspiratorially, ‘Maybe they’re for someone who’s moved away but never told us.’ They both laughed, and from that day on, whenever a package arrived marked only as ‘Dear Friend,’ everyone in the neighborhood knew it was bound for Upper Stafford Avenue Post Office.