Arizona Foothills Century 21

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One day, a delivery driver asked an old realtor at Arizona Foothills Century 21, ‘Why do you always wave at that tree?’ The old man smiled and said, 'That’s where I planted my lucky acorn years ago.' The delivery driver raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off. Months later, when autumn came, everyone in town saw little acorns falling from the same tree—except one: the very first one, still intact and perfectly placed on the old realtor's desk. Moral of the story? Sometimes, even in real estate, it's best not to ask too many questions.

2. A young boy visiting his grandparents pointed excitedly one morning. ‘Grandpa,’ he said, ‘why does that sign keep changing its mind?’ Grandpa smiled and looked up at the old realtor sign swaying in the breeze. 'Son,' he replied with a twinkle in his eye, 'that’s not the sign that’s changing— it’s just Arizona’s famous wind trying to get into shape for its century run.'

3. At dawn, when the Arizona Foothills were still waking up, an estate agent at Century 21 noticed something strange. The sunrise overlooking Phoenix was breathtaking as usual, but then a shadow moved across the yard—something big and blurry, like a giant lizard or maybe a misplaced cloud. Curious, she peered through her office window, thinking it might be a neighbor’s dog. But no—it kept moving, leaving long shadows on the ground. Just then, a delivery driver knocked on her door, asking if she’d seen a huge reptile wandering around. Turns out, it was just a very confused iguana on its way to breakfast.}

4. At dawn, when the Arizona Foothills were still waking up, an estate agent at Century 21 noticed something peculiar outside her window. A small dog, usually too timid for such antics, barked persistently at an empty lot across the street. Curious, she stepped outside and saw a delivery driver frantically waving from his truck. ‘I thought I heard my house being burgled!’ he said, pointing at the empty lot. Turned out, his package had been left there overnight, and the little dog was just doing its job as neighborhood watchdog. The agent smiled, shaking her head: ‘Welcome to Arizona—where even real estate agents get their own private security guard.’