About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was just another quiet afternoon in Bartley Green when a delivery driver pulled up to the old post office with a package so large it seemed to fill his entire truck bed. As he struggled to unload it, an elderly gentleman approached and asked if he needed help. The driver shook his head but muttered something under his breath—something about how this package always caused trouble. Finally managing to get it off, they both looked down at the giant box labeled ‘Top Secret’. The old man chuckled and said, 'I’d say that’s worth more than all our stamps combined!' They laughed as the driver drove away, leaving behind a note on the counter: “Next time, try the express lane.”
2. A delivery driver pulled up to the Bartley Green Post Office one morning, only to notice something peculiar on the loading dock—a large cardboard box labeled ‘Free Stamps.’ Curiosity piqued, he opened it and found nothing but an old note reading: ‘Take what you need, leave what you can’t use.’ The delivery driver grinned, thinking he’d scored a lucky find. Later that day, while sorting mail, another employee noticed a package marked ‘Extra Large Envelopes’. She opened it and discovered only more notes with the same mysterious message. Word spread quickly around town—people started dropping off random items they didn’t need anymore. Soon enough, Bartley Green Post Office became known as the place where kindness delivered itself.
3. A delivery driver pulled up to the Bartley Green Post Office one morning, only to hear an elderly gentleman shout, ‘Hey, you missed our mailbox again!’ The delivery driver smiled sheepishly and replied, ‘Sorry sir, I’ll make sure it goes in next time.’ The old man laughed heartily and said, ‘That’s alright son, I’ve seen worse attempts!’ As he turned around, a neighbor walking past waved cheerfully and called out, ‘Morning, Mr. Jenkins! Same story every day?’
4. A delivery driver pulled up to the Bartley Green Post Office one morning, only to notice an odd scent wafting from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw something peculiar: rows of mailboxes seemed to hum softly, like bees around a hive. As he approached closer, he heard soft buzzing coming not just from the boxes but also from behind the counter. A postal worker emerged, smiling broadly, his hair standing on end like static electricity had taken over. 'Morning!' he chirped. ‘Today’s letters are particularly… excitable!’ The delivery driver laughed it off until his neighbor popped in for stamps. ‘Did you hear?’ she asked, “the post office is now open twenty-four seven—even the mailboxes won’t sleep!”}