Hayward Land Title Company

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Hayward Land Title Company, every morning begins with an announcement over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that today’s closing ceremony will take place exactly on time—precisely at 5:01 PM.’ No one knows why or who started it, but everyone now waits eagerly for the magical moment. One day, a delivery driver arrived just after five o’clock, frantically shouting, 'I’m late! I’m late!' The whole office froze in anticipation. At precisely 5:01 PM, the intercom crackled: 'Ladies and gentlemen, due to unforeseen circumstances, today's ceremony is postponed.' Everyone burst into laughter, realizing they’d been waiting for nothing more than an old joke.

2. At Hayward Land Title Company, every morning begins with an announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention, please. The ghost of John Smith is sighted in the lobby again.’ Employees just nod and continue their work, but one day, a curious puppy from next door decided to investigate… The little puppy trotted into the lobby, tail wagging. Seeing no ghost, it sat down to sniff some papers on the counter. Suddenly, a delivery driver called out, 'Hey, watch where you're pawing!' Everyone burst out laughing, including the dog, who wagged its tail even harder. From that day on, the Hayward Land Title Company had both a canine employee and a less-spooky version of John Smith.

3. At Hayward Land Title Company, one day a delivery driver asked curiously: ‘Why does your fax machine always sound like it’s playing jazz?’ Inside, an elderly secretary smiled and replied, 'Oh, that's our new attorney's favorite pastime—jazzing up real estate transactions!' The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, realizing that sometimes even in law offices, life finds its own rhythm.

4. At Hayward Land Title Company, one day a delivery driver paused mid-unload and asked curiously: ‘Why do these papers always seem to dance around on their own?’ A nearby neighbor, overhearing the commotion, popped his head in and quipped, 'They're not dancing, they're just trying to tell you something!' The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, finished his shift, and never mentioned it again—until he saw the same papers moving at home later that night.