Farnborough Post Office and convenience store

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an elderly gentleman entered the Farnborough Post Office with a large box under his arm. As he approached the counter, the postal clerk noticed something peculiar: every time the man spoke, the box seemed to whisper back in a soft, almost unheard voice. The clerk leaned closer, trying to make out what the box was saying. Just then, a young delivery driver arrived, dropped off some packages, and casually remarked, 'Morning, Mr. Jenkins—your box is talking again!' The old man smiled sheepishly and replied, ‘Oh, it’s just my new parrot, Albert. He’s learning English.’ Everyone laughed, and life at the Farnborough Post Office returned to normal—except for occasional whispers from Mr. Jenkins’ mysterious feathered friend.

2. One day, while browsing through the local newspaper in the Farnborough Post Office, a little girl noticed something odd—a flyer advertising ‘Free Ice Cream for Dogs’ on Thursday afternoons. Curious, she asked her mom if they could go, but no one else seemed to take notice. Finally, on that fateful Thursday, the family arrived at the post office just as the sign outside read 'Ice Cream Time!' The crowd was mostly dogs with their owners, but then an elderly neighbor walked up with his parrot wearing a tiny cone hat. Turning to each other, the mother whispered, "I wonder what flavor is for birds?" And everyone burst out laughing.

3. One afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to the Farnborough Post Office with a mysterious package marked ‘Open Only When Unusual Weather Approaches.’ The clerk glanced curiously but said nothing, just added it to the counter display. A few days later, an elderly neighbor popped in to buy stamps. Seeing the package, she asked if anything unusual was happening. The clerk shook her head, then suddenly the sky darkened, and rain began pouring down. Everyone looked at the package—nothing happened. Until, that is, a pigeon landed on top of it, flapped its wings, and sent water droplets everywhere. Everyone burst out laughing.

4. One evening, after closing time, a small dog darted into the Farnborough Post Office. It sniffed around the counter and then sat down, staring intently at the mail sorting machine. Suddenly, an elderly lady approached the counter, startled by the commotion. ‘What on earth is going on here?’ she asked. The little dog looked up at her with big brown eyes and wagged its tail. ‘He seems to be guarding the mail,’ said the delivery driver, laughing. The old lady smiled warmly and whispered, “Well, I guess he’s our new postal mascot!”