Austin Fleck Property Management

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In an Austin neighborhood, a regular stopped by AFPM one morning for routine business. On the counter lay a peculiar item—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper and string. No note, no explanation. The agent picked up the box curiously, opened it, and found inside a jar of mysterious jam labeled ‘World’s Best.’ He smiled, shrugged, and put it on the shelf behind him. A few days later, a delivery driver asked, ‘Hey, do you know whose place that jam is from?’ The agent replied, ‘No idea, but it tastes great with toast!’

2. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Austin Fleck’s office, puzzled by a strange humming sound coming from inside. He knocked gently, but no one answered. Curious, he peered through the window and saw Mr. Fleck dancing in circles, arms outstretched, eyes closed tight. The delivery driver quietly opened the door and found himself swept into an impromptu dance party, complete with Mr. Fleck’s enthusiastic instructions. By midday, the entire neighborhood had gathered outside, joining in on the fun until everyone was laughing and Austin was finally exhausted enough to sit down—with his pants around his ankles.

3. At dusk, a delivery driver pulled up to Austin Fleck's office, curious why the streetlights were flickering like a disco ball. As he approached the door, Austin emerged from his office, adjusting his tie and muttering something about ‘another power surge’. The delivery guy grinned sheepishly, explaining it was just an old fuse box acting up. With a wink, Austin invited him in for some coffee—turns out, the whole place ran on goodwill and bad wiring.

4. In Austin, Texas, late one night, a delivery dog named Max started barking uncontrollably outside Austin Fleck Property Management. The receptionist looked out and saw nothing but shadows in the parking lot. Suddenly, an old man appeared from behind a van, scratching his head and muttering something about missing keys. Turns out, it was just Mr. Johnson, a regular who often parked there after visiting his friend down the street. Everyone had a good laugh, and Max went back to sleep, realizing he’d been guarding against nonexistent intruders.