Kenton Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A regular arrived one morning to find an old, weathered guitar case nestled among the envelopes and packages on the counter. Curious, he picked it up—it was locked but had a small note attached: ‘Take me home.’ The regular opened the case carefully, only to discover a tiny envelope addressed to himself. Inside was another note: ‘Dear Friend, please return me to Kenton.’ The next day, everyone in town received similar notes—except they were all addressed to different people. Turns out, someone had accidentally left their guitar at the post office during a storm.

2. One afternoon, while sorting letters in Kenton Post Office, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the counter: a small, dusty box wrapped in brown paper. Curious, he picked it up and found an old note inside reading: ‘Open only if you’re really bored.’ The box contained nothing but a crumpled piece of paper with the words “World’s Largest Stamp Collection” written on it. From that day on, whenever anyone asked where the legendary collection was, everyone in town would just smile and say, ‘Oh, it’s still at Kenton Post Office—just waiting for someone truly patient to find it!’

3. In Kenton Post Office, a delivery driver once found a small, mysterious box tucked into the corner of the loading dock. Curious, he opened it to discover… nothing but a note that read: ‘Open only if you’re not in a hurry.’ The delivery driver shrugged and closed the box, thinking little of it. Later that day, while sorting mail, an elderly neighbor popped her head in and asked if they had received her package yet. With a smile, she added, 'It’s okay if it’s not here today—Kenton Post Office never rushes.'

4. A regular walked into Kenton Post Office one day and exclaimed, ‘I just saw a package addressed to “Someone Who Loves Coffee”!’ The postmaster raised an eyebrow and replied, ‘That’s odd… but maybe someone ordered coffee online.’ A delivery driver then chimed in, ‘Actually, I delivered that package myself—addressed to “Someone Who Lives in Kenton.”’ Everyone burst out laughing as the regular sheepishly admitted, ‘Oh, well, I guess it was meant for me after all!’