Coldwell Banker

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Coldwell Banker, an elderly realtor named Mr. Jenkins was showing a house one morning when he stopped mid-sentence. ‘Did you hear that?’ he asked, pointing towards the empty lot next door. A young delivery driver shrugged and shook his head. Suddenly, they both heard it again—a faint echoing of old jazz music. Mr. Jenkins leaned closer to the fence, listening intently. The delivery driver rolled his eyes but joined in, curious now. Then, from behind them, a voice called out: 'Enjoying my little concert?' They turned to see an elderly woman waving from her kitchen window, holding a record player. She smiled warmly and said, “I just love sharing some good ol’ jazz with neighbors!'

2. At Coldwell Banker, a young realtor was showing a new listing when she noticed something odd in the garden. Every time she turned around, a mysterious figure seemed to be rearranging the flowers. Curious, she followed the figure, only to discover it was just an enthusiastic bee, diligently repositioning petals for its hive. The rest of the tour went smoothly—until her client found out and insisted on moving into a house with fewer bees.

3. At Coldwell Banker, a delivery driver once asked the receptionist, ‘Why does every client who signs here leave with a box of donuts?’ The receptionist smiled mysteriously and whispered, ‘They’re not for the clients—they’re for us! We always get stuck here late, so the boss keeps a stash.’ The delivery driver nodded knowingly and left, humming a happy tune.

4. At Coldwell Banker, a delivery driver once pulled up in front of the office and exclaimed, 'I’ve never seen so many boxes leave here!' A few days later, another delivery guy arrived with a box marked ‘Top Secret’. He asked curiously, ‘What’s going on? Am I delivering secret agents or just more furniture?’ A nearby neighbor chuckled and replied, ‘Probably both!’