Coldwell Banker

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up outside Coldwell Banker's office one morning, frowning as he eyed an old wooden bench near the entrance. He noticed something odd: every time he parked here, that bench seemed to shift ever so slightly. Curious, he decided to sit on it just once. To his surprise, the bench creaked and shifted under him, revealing a small compartment filled with old newspapers and letters. Turns out, it was an antique relic from the bank’s founding days, used by employees to hide their lunch money. A warm smile spread across his face as he imagined the countless stories behind those faded documents.

2. In the dead of night, an unusual knocking sounded from Coldwell Banker's front door. The receptionist, half-asleep, peered through the window and saw only a shadowy figure with a stack of envelopes. The receptionist opened the door cautiously, but all that emerged was a sleepy voice saying, ‘Delivery for Mr. Smith.’ Turns out it was just a mailman who’d forgotten his own route. Everyone had a good laugh over morning coffee.

3. A sign appeared overnight in the window of Coldwell Banker's office: ‘We buy houses… even ones with bad credit’. Soon enough, a delivery driver walked in, carrying a box marked ‘Bad Credit’. The agent smiled and said, ‘No worries, we’ll take it!’ Turns out, they were selling cookies. Moral of the story: never judge an estate agency by its signs.

4. A regular walked into Coldwell Banker’s office one afternoon and asked the receptionist, 'Do you know where I can find a house that buys itself?' The receptionist smiled and replied, ‘Yes, sir. Just follow your nose to the back of our office—Mr. Mortgage is always sniffing around!’ The regular laughed heartily and left, never to be seen again.