About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, an elderly gentleman walked into Howard Hanna and asked the realtor, ‘Do you know why my house sells slower than any other in town?’ The agent smiled and replied, ‘No sir, I haven’t had that pleasure yet.’ The old man thought for a moment then said, 'Because it's haunted!' The agent looked puzzled but replied with a smile, 'Sir, if it were haunted, wouldn't it sell faster?' The two shared a laugh as they shook hands, realizing sometimes the best marketing strategy is just good humor.
2. A curious delivery driver pulled up to Howard Hanna’s office one afternoon. Scanning the parking lot, he noticed something unusual—a small wooden box sitting innocently next to the trash can. Curiosity piqued, he picked it up and carried it inside. Opening the box, he found a note reading: ‘Free coffee for the best realtor!’ Inside was a thermos filled with freshly brewed java. The delivery driver smiled, thinking how nice it was to be appreciated. From that day on, whenever anyone asked him about Howard Hanna, he’d wink and say, “He knows where all the good deals are—and great coffee too!”
3. In the early hours of a Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Howard Hanna's office. Scanning the empty parking lot, he noticed something odd scribbled on the glass door: 'Buyer found—call immediately.' Curious, he picked up the phone and dialed the number. Moments later, an elderly voice answered: ‘Hello? Did you find my house?’ Turning around, he saw an old lady standing in the doorway next to him. ‘Yes ma’am,’ he replied sheepishly, ‘but I’m just delivering furniture.’
4. A delivery driver pulled up to Howard Hanna's office late one night. The neon sign flickered ominously as he stepped inside, only to find the place eerily quiet. As he approached the counter, a sleepy voice croaked out from behind it: ‘Delivery?’
‘Yes,’ replied the driver, handing over the package.
The old man peered at him through thick glasses and said, ‘You’re early. Usually, he gets them around midnight.’
Laughing, the driver nodded and left, never realizing that his neighbor had mistaken him for Howard Hanna himself.