Coldwell Banker

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In an old Coldwell Banker office, a delivery driver left something unusual on the reception desk one morning. A regular passing by noticed it and picked up the package curiously. Inside was a small box containing what looked like a live goldfish in a tiny bowl. The curious passerby took it home as a joke gift for his nosy neighbor who always pestered him about real estate deals. That evening, the neighbor found the fishbowl on his doorstep along with a note reading: ‘Welcome to your new home!’

2. One morning, a delivery driver left a package with an unexpected note: ‘For the realtor who sells the house where happiness lives.’ The whole office wondered whose address it was meant for—and whether they’d ever find out. Finally, one day a new neighbor moved in next door—a grumpy old man who never smiled. A few weeks later, he knocked on the realtor’s desk and said, 'You must be the person happiness is looking for.' Turned out, his dog had stolen the note from the original package and delivered it himself.

3. In a quiet neighborhood near Coldwell Banker's offices, a neighbor remarked one day, 'I thought real estate agents only sold houses, not dreams!' Suddenly, from inside came a voice: 'Actually, sir, we're selling both!' A delivery driver chuckled and shook his head as he walked away, muttering something about real estate agents being the only ones who could turn moving boxes into dream homes.

4. At dawn, when the streets around Coldwell Banker's offices were still empty, a delivery van pulled up outside. The driver, carrying a large box, glanced nervously over his shoulder before slipping it under the door. Inside was a package addressed to ‘The Manager,’ but contained only an old umbrella and a note saying: “Hope it doesn’t rain on your parade.” At lunchtime, everyone gathered for coffee, laughing as they tried to figure out who left it—until someone joked, ‘Maybe it’s our new mascot!’