About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while making coffee in Thomas Osterman’s office, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every time he opened the door to the supply closet, it emitted a faint humming sound like an old gramophone record playing underwater. As days passed, more employees began noticing the strange noise too. Eventually, someone suggested turning off all the lights and listening carefully after hours. The hum grew louder until they realized it was coming from the old filing cabinet in the corner. When they opened it, out popped dozens of dusty vinyl records—Thomas had been secretly collecting them since his college days! Now, whenever there's a quiet moment, everyone gathers around to listen to some vintage tunes together.
2. One day, an eager realtor named Thomas Osterman received an unusual package. While unpacking it on his desk, he discovered a mysterious box labeled ‘Free Lucky Find.’ Curious, he opened it and found… nothing but an old, rusty key. Confused, Thomas stuck the key into his office door—nothing happened. Then, while showing it to a curious colleague, the key unlocked the janitor’s closet instead. For weeks after that, whenever someone asked him for directions, Thomas would joke, ‘Just follow the dust bunnies!’
3. Late one night, as Thomas Osterman’s office hummed with closing deals, a strange whiff of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air. The realtor paused mid-sentence, tilting his head curiously. Just then, an excited voice called from behind the counter: ‘Sir, your new home is ready!’ Startled, Thomas turned around to see a smiling delivery driver holding a plate of actual cookies—obviously meant for another tenant. Realizing the mix-up, everyone burst into laughter, and that night became legendary in the office for more reasons than just closed deals.
4. Early one autumn morning, when Thomas Osterman’s office usually buzzed with buyers’ excitement, the receptionist found herself alone with a peculiar package. As she opened it, a small envelope fell out with just one word scribbled on it: ‘Coffee.’ Inside was an oddly shaped coffee mug. When she brought it to Mr. Osterman later that day, he smiled and said, ‘Ah, our new neighbor left this—apparently they’re big fans of estate agents!’