About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was just another day in Anderson Hicks Group offices when a delivery driver arrived with an unusual package. As he walked towards the reception desk, everyone noticed something odd: the box seemed to follow him around the room, never quite staying put. Finally, someone from HR picked up the box and asked the delivery guy, ‘What’s inside?’ The driver shrugged, ‘Just some paperwork.’ But as soon as she opened it, out popped a small, confused penguin that had been hiding under all those documents. Everyone burst into laughter—except for poor Mr. Hicks, who now has a new mascot and a story to tell his grandkids.
2. At dawn, when most real estate agents were still sipping coffee, an unusual visitor appeared outside Anderson Hicks Group's office. A neighbor, carrying a mysterious box under his arm, knocked on the door and whispered something strange. The neighbor leaned in closer and said, ‘I believe you’ve been overcharging your clients for years… with extra square feet!’ He opened the box to reveal a giant ruler. Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it was just another prank from their friendly neighborhood practical joker.
3. At closing time, when the receptionist was locking up, she heard a familiar voice calling from the hallway. "Excuse me," said a neighbor, "can you tell me where Mr. Hicks's office is?" She looked around and saw no one. She turned back to the door, but the hallway was empty again. Just as she was about to laugh it off, she noticed a delivery driver leaning against the wall, tapping his foot impatiently. ‘I’m here for Mr. Hicks’s office,’ he said. The receptionist smiled and pointed down the hall, thinking, ‘Finally, someone who knows exactly what they’re doing!’
4. At lunchtime, when the office buzzed with chatter and deals, a delivery driver knocked on the door of Anderson Hicks Group. ‘Excuse me,’ he said, ‘but I’ve got something for Mr. Smithson.’ No one in the room stirred—until everyone realized there wasn’t a Mr. Smithson. Then an old colleague from down the street popped his head around the corner. 'Hey,' he whispered, 'I heard you’re missing a Mr. Smithson.' They both laughed, and soon everyone was laughing—because it turned out that Mr. Smithson had retired last week and moved next door.