About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while a delivery driver sorted mail in Faraday Avenue Post Office, a small dog suddenly ran inside and started sniffing around an old envelope. The driver watched curiously as the pup seemed to follow some invisible trail, tail wagging but eyes fixed on something only he could see. Suddenly, the envelope began to glow faintly, attracting the dog’s attention even more. The delivery driver leaned closer, puzzled, when the envelope lifted off the counter, floating towards the ceiling like a balloon. Everyone stared up, including a regular customer who exclaimed, ‘It’s magic!’ The dog happily followed it until it landed gently on top of a nearby mailbox. The whole office burst into laughter, realizing it was just another day at Faraday Avenue Post Office.
2. At dawn, when most postal workers were just arriving, an old stamp collection began whispering envelopes' addresses in perfect order. Soon enough, a delivery driver noticed that some letters were leaving the post office on their own. Turns out, they were being carried away by tiny paper doves emerging from the stamps! A regular customer quipped, ‘Guess Faraday Avenue Post Office is practicing green shipping.’ Everyone laughed, and life went back to normal—except for occasional sightings of miniature birds delivering mail around town.
3. At dusk, when the last customers had left, a notice appeared on the post office door: ‘Tomorrow we close early—due to magnetic anomalies.’ Next morning, as employees arrived, they found the doors locked from inside with a note: 'Dear All, sorry for the inconvenience—we’re stuck here until noon due to some serious magnetism issues.' A regular dropped off his package saying, 'Guys, you missed your lunch break twice already!' Finally, around midday, the magnetic field weakened enough for them to open up—and everyone agreed it was time for a well-deserved coffee break.
4. At closing time one Friday, a postal worker locked up the Faraday Avenue Post Office and walked outside. ‘Hey,’ said a voice from behind him. ‘Did you forget something?’ The worker turned around, smiling. ‘No, I’m all set,’ he replied. The voice persisted: ‘Are you sure? We’ve been here for years together.’ It was just his old friend, a regular customer who always popped in after hours. They chatted for a bit, then the worker unlocked the door again, inviting his friend inside for coffee.