About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Eastport Post Office and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he opened the door—and was greeted not by the usual scent of stamps and paper, but by something sweetly metallic, like freshly minted coins. As he stepped further in, he saw rows upon rows of tiny little mailboxes—each one glowing softly with a warm golden light. Confused, the driver approached a nearby postal worker, who calmly replied, 'Oh, that’s just our new automated sorting system. It’s supposed to make things more efficient.' The driver scratched his head and muttered, ‘Next time I’ll bring my lunch here—it smells like a free buffet!’
2. One day, an old sign appeared outside the Eastport Post Office: ‘Last Letter Out Wins Free Stamps.’ Curious neighbors started dropping off letters late into the night. Soon enough, a regular delivery driver arrived with a massive envelope from a neighbor who claimed it was a family letter spanning decades. The postmaster laughed and announced everyone winners—after all, what’s a stamp compared to community spirit?
3. One afternoon, a curious child asked her mother, pointing at the Eastport Post Office: ‘Why does that mailbox keep talking?’ The mother smiled and whispered, 'Oh honey, that's not a talking mailbox—it's just Mr. Jenkins, our friendly postman.' The little girl tilted her head curiously and asked, 'Then why does he always wear those funny clothes?'
4. A local mailman, tired after a long shift, decided to grab a quick bite from the sandwich shop next door. Little did he know that every time he entered, the clock on the wall seemed to slow down just enough for him to finish his lunch in exactly ten minutes. One day, an enthusiastic delivery driver named ‘a neighbor’ joined him and tried the same trick. To everyone’s surprise, not only did the clock freeze completely but also started playing old jazz records! The two men ended up having a picnic of sorts, complete with sandwiches and vintage tunes, until the postal supervisor finally noticed their absence.