About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Richardson Inspection Service Inc., puzzled by an unusual sight. His dog, usually oblivious to mundane things, started barking frantically at something invisible near the entrance. The driver looked around but saw nothing out of place—just an old realtor’s office as usual. Finally, another neighbor happened along and asked what was going on. With a straight face, he explained that his dog had seen a ghostly figure lurking by the door. The neighbor laughed it off, saying maybe the dog just needed a walk. They both entered the office—and found no sign of anything unusual except for a slightly embarrassed receptionist. Moral of the story? Sometimes even dogs know when an estate agent is having an off day.
2. One day, an elderly gentleman walked into Richardson Inspection Service Inc., perplexed. ‘I keep seeing a ghostly figure,’ he said, ‘standing in front of my house every night. Is that normal?’ The realtor smiled and replied, 'Sir, you must be mistaking our office for a haunted house tour.' The old man nodded thoughtfully, then turned around—only to see his reflection in the window. He laughed sheepishly and left, never mentioning ghosts again.
3. Late one night, a delivery driver approached Richardson Inspection Service Inc., drawn by a strange humming sound coming from inside the building. As he peered through the window, he saw an old man dancing around with a vacuum cleaner, singing along to some unknown tune. Turns out, it was just an elderly neighbor cleaning up after hours for fun. The delivery driver laughed it off and left, never realizing that Richardson Inspection Service Inc. had been hosting impromptu dance parties every Tuesday since 1987.
4. Early one autumn morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Richardson Inspection Service Inc., curious why the office lights were on so brightly despite it being Sunday. As he approached, he heard an old man’s voice coming from inside: ‘No, no, not THAT way! The living room ISN’T for sale!’ Turned out Mr. Richardson was just showing his neighbor around, trying to convince him that his house wasn’t for inspection after all—it was for retirement!