Coldwell Banker

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Coldwell Banker's windows were usually empty, a delivery driver noticed something odd. A sign outside read ‘Open for Business,’ but no one answered the door. Curious, he knocked gently on the door. Suddenly, an old cat appeared from behind the sign and meowed loudly. Inside, everything was quiet—except for the sound of classical music playing faintly in the background. Eventually, a sleepy voice from within said, 'Just a minute!' Turned out, it was just an early-morning cleaning lady who thought she was late for work.

2. In the quiet hours before sunrise, an early-morning jogger passing Coldwell Banker’s office asked aloud: ‘Who leaves open real estate listings in the fridge?’ Inside, a sleepy receptionist yawned and replied, ‘Oh, that’s just Mr. Smith. He always forgets to close them.’ The jogger shook his head with a smile, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll leave my keys here too!’

3. At midnight, when Coldwell Banker’s lights were off and everyone had gone home, a neighbor heard strange noises coming from inside. Curious, the neighbor tiptoed closer and peered through the window. Inside, an office chair was spinning wildly on its own, while a printer printed out endless pages of ‘For Sale’ signs. Turns out, it was just a regular staying late to finish some paperwork before heading home.

4. At dusk, while unloading boxes in Coldwell Banker's dimly lit basement, a delivery driver found an old, dusty violin nestled among the paperwork. As he played, the violin emitted soft, melancholic notes that seemed to come from another era. Curious employees gathered around, and soon enough, the entire office was humming along. By morning, it turned out that the violin belonged to a regular client who had accidentally left it there years ago. Now, whenever someone plays their favorite tune on Monday afternoons, everyone joins in—even the usually grumpy realtor smiles.