Coldwell Banker

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Coldwell Banker office in downtown Chicago, a new intern named Alex started sorting papers one morning. Suddenly, an old lady walked in and asked, 'Do you know why they say this place is haunted?' Alex shook his head with a smile. ‘No idea,’ he replied. The old lady leaned closer and whispered conspiratorially, ‘They say it’s because every time someone mentions ghosts here, our internet goes down for exactly three minutes.’ Everyone just laughed, including Alex, who later learned that was the longest three minutes of free Wi-Fi in town.

2. At dawn, when most real estate offices are quiet, a delivery driver arrived with an unusual package for Coldwell Banker's newest agent. The box was labeled ‘Future Bestseller,’ but it contained nothing more than a stack of old newspapers and a note that read: 'Read these before you decide what’s worth selling.' As she flipped through the yellowed pages, she found clippings about local events—none of which made her laugh until she saw an old ad for a garage sale: ‘For Sale: One Unhappy Vacuum Cleaner.’ That night, over coffee, she told her neighbor about it, and they both burst out laughing so hard that they accidentally spilled their drinks on the new listings brochure.

3. At Coldwell Banker’s suburban branch, a delivery driver left a package on the reception desk one morning. No note, no return address—just an ordinary brown box. The receptionist opened it curiously and found…nothing inside. Curious, she showed it to her colleague who suggested they should open it together. Inside was just a piece of paper with a smiley face drawn in marker pen. Written below were the words: ‘Hope you had a nice day! Love, your secret admirer from Coldwell Banker.’ Everyone laughed, assuming it was a prank from a neighbor or a regular client trying to brighten their mood.

4. At Coldwell Banker's headquarters, an old printer in the basement began spitting out dollar bills instead of paper. Curious employees soon gathered around, trying to figure it out. Turned out someone had accidentally loaded a roll of hundred-dollar bills into the printer meant for mortgage documents. A relieved manager later joked, ‘Now that’s what I call real estate!’