About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, an eager realtor named Alex was wrapping up her shift at Coldwell Banker Best Realty. As she locked up the office, something unusual caught her eye through the window—an old man, dressed in a tattered suit, was standing motionless on the street corner. Curious, Alex peered out further and noticed he wasn’t moving even as cars honked around him. With a laugh, she thought it must be some local who got lost in his own thoughts. Turning back inside, she flipped off the lights and headed home, leaving the old gentleman still standing there like a statue—probably just waiting for his ride.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Coldwell Banker's office and noticed something odd on the marquee sign: ‘Buy or Sell? We Buy Sleep!’ Curious, he walked inside just as an elderly secretary dozed off mid-sentence. Startled awake, she yawned and said, 'Welcome to Coldwell Banker—we buy sleep when no one’s watching!' The delivery driver laughed it off, thinking it was just another quirky office joke.
3. Early in the morning, before anyone else arrived, a delivery driver pulled up outside Coldwell Banker's office. The sky was just starting to lighten, and the only sound was the gentle hum of the streetlight. As he stepped out of the truck, he noticed something odd—an envelope lying on the pavement, addressed to 'The Best Agent'. He picked it up curiously, opened it, and found inside a crumpled note saying: ‘You’re doing great today—keep up the good work!’ Below was scribbled: “P.S. It’s from your biggest fan, who happens to be your next door neighbor.’ The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and thought, ‘Guess I’ll stop by for coffee later.’
4. Early in the morning, before anyone else arrived, a delivery driver pulled up outside Coldwell Banker's office and noticed something unusual on the parking lot—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper, with no return address. The delivery driver picked it up curiously and took it inside. Later that day, when everyone left for lunch, he opened the box—it was filled with freshly baked cookies and a note reading: ‘Thank you for your hard work. Have a sweet afternoon!’ Turned out, it was from a grateful neighbor who’d been helped by Coldwell Banker recently.