RE/MAX

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an enthusiastic RE/MAX agent named Alice was showing a house when she noticed something odd. A delivery driver kept arriving at exactly 9:17 AM every day, but never left anything behind. Alice started following him discreetly one day and saw that he always carried a small box wrapped in brown paper. Curious, she asked around, and it turned out the box contained his breakfast from a nearby café. The neighbor across the street had paid for it as a thank-you gift for noticing his cat’s habit of escaping through their garden. The delivery driver was just delivering what someone else ordered. Moral of the story? Sometimes good deeds go unnoticed until you least expect it.

2. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to the RE/MAX office and noticed something peculiar: the air seemed filled with the scent of freshly baked cookies. Curious, he peered inside and saw an old lady wearing an apron, busily placing cookies on a plate. ‘Morning,’ she said cheerfully. ‘These are for everyone who works here.’ Turns out, the RE/MAX team had a secret tradition—every morning, someone brought fresh cookies for their colleagues. The delivery driver became a regular, always smiling when passing by.

3. At dusk, a neighbor walking his dog noticed a strange light flickering in one of the RE/MAX windows. Curious, he peered inside and saw an old man frantically rearranging furniture while muttering something about ‘bad feng shui’. Turns out, it was just an estate agent preparing for a showing, making sure everything looked cozy for potential buyers.

4. In the dead of night, a RE/MAX office received an unusual visitor—a squirrel with a peculiar habit. Every hour on the hour, it would scurry into the open window and sit on top of the real estate listings board, causing the pages to rustle like someone whispering secrets. One evening, a delivery driver arrived to find the office eerily quiet. Peering inside, he saw the squirrel calmly flipping through brochures, muttering ‘too small… too big…’ Finally, it pointed at a listing and chirped excitedly—‘this one!’ The next day, a new sign hung outside: ‘Squirrel Approved Homes.’