This building has seen it all. Victorian clerks with moustaches. Wartime censors reading postcards. And now, you, frantically checking tracking on your phone. It’s a time machine, but without the flux capacitor.
It’s wild to think that the same stone floor where someone once sent a telegram is now scanning an Amazon box. The building just keeps going, like a chill, stoic grandparent watching the world change.
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The Upstairs Mystery
Ever noticed the windows upstairs? Most people don’t. Up there, above the queue for Special Delivery, are old offices. They used to be full of the whirr of telegraphs and the scratch of pens.
Rumor has it that some of the original wooden counters still exist up there. Dusty, maybe a little creaky. It’s like a ghost floor of a working museum that nobody tours. How cool would that be to see?
