About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Erdington Post Office and noticed an odd sound coming from inside—a rhythmic tapping that seemed to match the rhythm of old-fashioned typewriters. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but empty shelves and dusty counters. Suddenly, an elderly voice called out from behind the counter: ‘Is that you, Bob? Come on in, sonny!’ The delivery driver opened the door warily, only to find an ancient postmaster dozing off with his nose inches from an antique typewriter. Turns out, it was just another day at the quiet Erdington Post Office—where even the ghosts were taking naps.
2. One autumn afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to the Erdington Post Office with an unusual package. ‘What’s inside?’ asked a curious neighbor standing nearby. The driver shrugged and replied, ‘Just some old letters from the 19th century.’ As he opened the box carefully, a faint whiff of dust filled the air. Suddenly, everyone heard an old voice saying, 'Finally, someone's here!' Turning around, they saw nothing but an ancient stamp collector smiling warmly from an old photo on the wall. It turned out those were letters from his great-grandfather.
3. One rainy night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Erdington Post Office wondering if the mail could wait until tomorrow. Just then, an old lady rushed in, yelling about her lost cat. The delivery driver offered his help, and together they searched through every package—even though it was just an envelope addressed to 'Dear Neighbor.' Turns out, everyone had a good laugh when they realized the mix-up.
4. One stormy midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to the Erdington Post Office curious about the strange humming noise coming from inside. As he peered inside, he saw an old man in a tweed suit sorting letters with a smile on his face. ‘I thought I heard something,’ said the man, not even looking up. The delivery driver cleared his throat awkwardly. ‘Just the wind,’ replied the old gentleman without missing a beat. Turning back to his work, he added cheerfully, “It’s always quieter here after midnight anyway.” The driver left, shaking his head and muttering something about eccentric locals.