About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver asked his colleague: ‘Did you see that guy standing in front of the Soho Road Post Office?’ Curiosity piqued, they both looked up and saw an elderly gentleman wearing a fedora, never moving, always smiling. ‘He’s been there for hours,’ whispered the driver. They watched as the old man pulled out a small notebook from his pocket and made a note. Suddenly, their break ended, and they had to go. Months later, whenever they passed the post office, they’d wave at him. And he’d smile back, never saying a word.’ A neighbour once joked, ‘Maybe he’s just writing the perfect letter.’
2. One day, an elderly lady entered the Soho Road Post Office and approached the counter with a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper. The clerk looked perplexed as she whispered, 'I believe this letter is for someone who no longer exists.' The clerk leaned forward curiously, but the old lady shook her head gently. ‘It’s just something from my past,’ she said softly. With a smile, she added, ‘Besides, I don’t think even you can deliver it.’ She left, leaving behind only a faint scent of old perfume and a curious stamp on the counter.
3. A neighborhood kid was delivering newspapers one foggy afternoon when he noticed something peculiar: every time he threw a paper through the slot of the Soho Road Post Office, it would land with a perfect fold, as if someone inside had already opened it. One day, an old neighbor decided to test the mystery and threw in a newspaper wrapped in aluminum foil. To everyone’s surprise, it emerged neatly folded from the slot—complete with a little note scribbled on the front page: ‘Please unwrap next time.’ The whole town laughed, but continued using the post office until one morning they found it closed forever. Turns out, the mysterious folder had retired and moved to Florida.
4. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Soho Road Post Office and asked his colleague, 'Have you ever seen anyone mail a letter with a smiley face drawn on it?' His colleague shook his head and replied, ‘No, never.’ Just then, an old lady walked in with a small package. She smiled warmly and said, “It’s for my granddaughter—she loves happy faces!” Everyone laughed, realizing that sometimes happiness is as simple as drawing a smiley.