Springstowne Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an elderly lady arrived early at the Springstowne Post Office. As she approached the counter, she heard a voice over the loudspeaker: ‘Attention, everyone—we’ve got a new policy: if you’re not smiling when you pick up your mail, you won’t get it today!’ She smiled broadly and stepped forward. The clerk behind the counter grinned back and said, 'Morning, ma’am! How can I help that beautiful smile?' Turns out, the whole town had been practicing their smiles for weeks just in case anyone came by. Moral of the story? Smiling pays off—even at the post office.

2. A few weeks ago, a delivery driver asked curiously: ‘Why does everyone always wave so enthusiastically when I pull up to the Springstowne Post Office?’ It turned out that every morning an elderly lady named Mrs. Jenkins would sit on her porch with a big smile and wave vigorously whenever she saw anyone approaching the post office. Thinking no one noticed, she assumed it was just good manners. The delivery driver finally told his colleagues, who then started waving back, creating quite the cheerful scene for everyone in town.

3. A little boy walked into the Springstowne Post Office one afternoon, clutching a package wrapped in brightly colored paper. The moment he entered, the postal clerk’s eyes widened as if seeing something extraordinary. The clerk smiled and asked him, ‘Is that for you?’ The boy nodded solemnly. With a twinkle in his eye, she said, ‘Well, then I’ll just put it right here on the counter.’ She pointed to an empty spot, and the boy carefully placed his package there. A few minutes later, a delivery driver came by and picked up another package from exactly the same spot—leaving the boy standing there, puzzled but not too upset.’

4. A young man entered the Springstowne Post Office one day, carrying a large box under each arm. He looked around nervously and whispered something to himself before disappearing into the back room. After several minutes, he emerged with a big smile on his face, holding a small package addressed to ‘Santa Claus, North Pole.’ The postal clerk raised an eyebrow but said nothing, just shook her head with a knowing smile. That evening, everyone in town joked that maybe Santa had finally found a reliable mailman.