Southridge Centre Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while sorting mail in Southridge Centre Post Office, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every time he approached an old wooden bench near the entrance, a small dog would appear from nowhere and sit down next to him, wagging its tail. The driver tried ignoring it, but no matter how many times he moved, the dog followed him around the counter. Finally, the driver decided to take a break and offer the dog some treats from his lunchbox. To everyone’s surprise, including his own, the little canine turned out to be a neighborhood stray that regularly visited local shops for scraps. From then on, whenever anyone asked about the mysterious dog, the driver simply smiled and said, ‘Oh, just our new part-time postal mascot.’

2. A delivery driver was loading letters into the Southridge Centre Post Office one afternoon when he noticed something peculiar. A regular customer kept walking past the counter, muttering ‘First class, second class…’ under their breath, and then suddenly disappeared through the wall of stamps. The delivery driver blinked a few times, rubbed his eyes, and called out, ‘Hey, mate! Are you okay?’ But there was only silence except for the sound of stamps flipping over. Then, from behind the counter, a voice said, ‘Third class today, I think.’ Everyone in line burst into laughter, including the poor guy who’d just vanished into thin air.

3. One day, an elderly gentleman walked into the Southridge Centre Post Office and asked the clerk, ‘Do you ever notice how the stamps always seem to know where they belong?’ The clerk smiled and replied, 'Oh, I don’t know about that, sir. Maybe it’s just our excellent sorting machine.' The old man nodded thoughtfully before saying, 'Well, whatever the reason, it sure makes life easier!' And with a twinkle in his eye, he added, 'Maybe next time I'll send my letter to Australia—just for fun!'

4. At midnight, as the last letter slipped through the slot, the Southridge Centre Post Office seemed quiet—too quiet. Then, from deep within the building, came a soft humming sound, like bees trapped inside. The hum grew louder until it sounded like an entire hive had taken up residence in the mailroom. A delivery driver, scratching his head, opened the door and found nothing but rows of sleeping bees. ‘Well,’ he muttered, ‘guess they’re just early risers.’ He shook them off gently and went on his way, leaving behind a sign that read: “Bee-friendly postal service open daily.”