About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something unusual on the postal counter—a small wooden carving of an old-timey mailman smiling warmly. No one claimed it, and soon similar trinkets appeared around the office: a mischievous mailbox gnome, a hummingbird-shaped paperweight, and even a tiny postmark stamp set. Soon enough, the place became known for its quirky charm. A regular customer joked that maybe the ghost of a former postmaster was leaving his mark. Before long, everyone in Harborne started dropping off their own little gifts—an old letter opener here, a vintage stamp there. The delivery driver even found a talking envelope that sang happy birthday every time you opened it. And so, Harborne Post Office turned from just another post office into a cozy little haven where letters were delivered with a smile—and sometimes even music.
2. One day, an elderly neighbor stopped by the post office to mail some letters. As she approached the counter, she noticed something peculiar: one of the stamps seemed to wink at her. Smiling slightly, she asked the clerk if their stamp was playing tricks on her eyes. The young postal worker laughed and explained that it must be a reflection from the window. Relieved, she continued with her business. Later that evening, as she recounted the story to her friends over tea, they agreed it had been quite the amusing encounter—especially since none of them could ever remember seeing such a mischievous stamp before.
3. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Harborne Post Office and was startled by a strange humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old metal mailbox dancing gently in time with the tune. The delivery driver knocked on the door, but no one answered. Inside, the mailbox continued its little dance. Deciding it was worth investigating, he opened the door—and found himself face-to-face with a very grumpy-looking postmaster who asked, ‘What are you doing here? I’m trying to sleep!’ Turning out, the old mailbox had been playing recordings of the postmaster’s own snoring during quiet hours.
4. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Harborne Post Office and found an old umbrella standing upright in one of the parking spaces. The driver thought it was odd but shrugged it off, assuming someone had forgotten their umbrella. Later that day, while leaving, he noticed another umbrella in exactly the same spot. Curious, he asked around, and soon learned from a neighbor that every morning, without fail, an old umbrella appeared there like clockwork. It became something of a local joke—nobody knew whose it belonged to or why it kept appearing, but everyone agreed it added character to the place.