Bill Tandy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Bill Tandy’s office one morning, an unusual announcement came over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that our new client is a talking parrot named Polly.’ The receptionist shrugged it off as another day in real estate, but soon enough, everyone started noticing strange occurrences around the building. Soon, whenever someone mentioned selling their house, Polly would squawk, ‘Too expensive!’ causing much laughter among staff. One afternoon, a delivery driver asked the parrot if he wanted some watermelons, and Polly chirped back, ‘No thanks, I’m already booked for a holiday in Barbados!’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing that maybe life at Bill Tandy’s was more entertaining than any listing.

2. One day, while Bill Tandy was showing a house, he heard a strange noise coming from inside. 'Who's there?' he called out, but no answer came. As he peered into the empty rooms, the sound grew louder—a soft humming. Then, from behind an old wardrobe, emerged a tiny bird singing along. Bill smiled and whispered, ‘Well met, little fellow!’ The bird chirped back and flew away, leaving Bill with a warm feeling that maybe houses had more stories than he’d ever known.’

3. While Bill Tandy was explaining the benefits of a new neighborhood, a delivery driver interrupted him with a puzzled look: 'Sir, I just delivered a package here addressed to “Mr. Property Ghost.”' Bill blinked and replied, ‘That’s odd… Let me see that.’ He opened the envelope, only to find an old-fashioned key inside. Smiling wryly, he said, ‘Seems like our new neighbor is Mr. Property Ghost indeed—maybe he’ll help us sell these houses faster!’

4. In the early hours of dawn, when most real estate offices are quiet as a whisper, Bill Tandy's phone buzzed with an unexpected message: 'Your next client is standing outside.' Bill rubbed his eyes and opened the door. Standing there was a sleepy delivery driver holding a package. ‘I must be mistaken,’ said Bill, yawning. The driver grinned and replied, ‘Nope, you’re not. It’s your new client—an antique clock.’