About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A delivery driver pulled up to Yarmouth Road Post Office one morning, only to notice an old, dusty package sitting on the loading dock. Curious, he picked it up and carried it inside, where no one seemed to notice its appearance. As he opened it, a tiny letter fell out: ‘Dear Sir/Madam, please hold my parcel until I return.’ Below was scribbled in pencil, ‘PS: Sorry for the inconvenience, your neighbor.’ The delivery driver looked around sheepishly and shrugged, thinking, ‘Well, that’s odd but not unexpected from our quiet neighbor.’
2. A little girl walked into the Yarmouth Road Post Office one afternoon and pointed excitedly at something on the counter. ‘Mommy,’ she whispered, ‘why does that stamp smell like chocolate?’ The clerk looked puzzled for a moment, then burst out laughing. 'Oh honey,' she said gently, 'that's not chocolate—it’s just a special kind of ink they use.' The little girl nodded wisely, as if understanding everything, and skipped away with her mom. From then on, whenever someone mentioned the Yarmouth Road Post Office, people would smile and say, "Ah, that place where the stamps smell like chocolate!"
3. A mailman was making his rounds on Yarmouth Road when he noticed something peculiar. As he approached the post office, he heard an unusual sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a neighbor diligently sorting letters while humming a tune. Startled by the unexpected visitor, the neighbor dropped an entire stack of envelopes onto the floor. The mailman laughed heartily as they both bent down to pick up the mess, realizing it was just another day in paradise on Yarmouth Road.
4. At dawn, a postal worker arrived at the Yarmouth Road Post Office to discover that every mailbox had been mysteriously rearranged. Confused and amused, the worker decided to leave everything as is. Later that morning, a regular customer asked if he could collect his mail from another box. Smiling, the worker replied, ‘Today’s mailboxes are on holiday, sir!’