About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Berkshire Hathaway HomeServices and noticed something odd. The realtor’s sign seemed to be waving back at him. Curious, he parked his truck and approached the sign. To his surprise, it wasn’t moving at all—just an old, weathered piece of metal with slightly askew letters. He laughed, shook his head, and went inside for coffee. Later that day, a regular customer asked if they had any ‘for sale’ signs available. The agent smiled and replied, ‘We’ve got plenty, sir—but none wave.’
2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Berkshire Hathaway HomeServices and heard an eerie humming coming from inside. Curious, he knocked on the door, but no one answered. The sound grew louder as he approached the open window—turning out to be nothing more than the office fridge trying to tell jokes in monotone. Inside, he found only empty desks and old coffee cups. Just when he was leaving, though, he noticed a small note stuck to the fridge: 'Sorry for the delay, we're just waiting for Warren Buffett to sign off on our listings.'
3. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Berkshire Hathaway HomeServices and caught the scent of freshly baked cookies wafting through the open door. He glanced around curiously but saw no one. He peered inside and spotted an old parrot perched on a cage, chattering away cheerfully. ‘Cookies for sale?’ asked the bird in a gruff voice. The driver laughed, shook his head, and drove off—only to return later that day with a box of freshly baked goods for everyone.’
4. One afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Berkshire Hathaway HomeServices and smelled something peculiar—a whiff of freshly baked cookies wafting from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an elderly lady in a flowery apron, busily decorating cookies for her grandchildren’s tea party. She didn’t notice him until she called out cheerfully, ‘Delivery man, would you like one? They’re fresh!’ The delivery driver smiled sheepishly and declined, but not before stealing a quick bite—only to realize later that his entire shift had been spent explaining why he smelled like chocolate chip cookies.