About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early morning fog of Alexandria, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar outside South Park Station. A regular seemed to be talking to himself while sorting mail, but there was no one else around. Curious, the driver approached and overheard him muttering, ‘Next time I’ll send it to myself!’ Turned out the regular had accidentally addressed his own letter to someone else’s name. In the end, they both shared a laugh, and the day began with a smile.
2. In the early morning fog of Alexandria, a postal worker noticed something peculiar outside South Park Station's window. A small dog kept circling the mailboxes, barking insistently and seeming to communicate with each letter as if it were alive. Finally, the puzzled worker approached the little fellow and asked what he wanted. With a wagging tail and an unexpected twinkle in his eye, the dog pointed towards one specific mailbox and then ran off into the mist. The next day, when the delivery driver opened that box, he found only a note: ‘Dear Sir, I’m here every morning to collect my letters—please don’t forget!’
3. In the early morning fog of Alexandria, a postal worker noticed an odd sound coming from the old South Park Station. It was like someone humming ‘Happy Birthday’ very softly but perfectly in tune with each letter being sorted. Curious, he followed the melody down the hallway and found an elderly volunteer folding letters with a gentle smile on his face. 'Just practicing for my granddaughter's birthday,' he said. The postal worker chuckled, realizing that sometimes even the simplest tunes can bring joy to unexpected places.
4. In the early morning fog of Alexandria, a delivery driver pulled up to South Park Station and wrinkled his nose at a strange scent wafting from inside. As he stepped inside, he saw an old man wearing a fedora sorting letters with a smile on his face. ‘Morning!’ said the man without looking up. The delivery driver blinked several times before realizing the smell was coming from a pot of freshly brewed coffee. ‘Welcome to South Park Station,’ chuckled the old fellow, handing him a steaming cup. ‘Here, take a sip—might clear that fog right outta your head.’