About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unusually quiet morning in downtown Portland when a delivery driver pulled up to Tusker Insurance Agency Inc. The sun was just beginning to peek over the rooftops, casting long shadows across the street. As he approached the door, he noticed something odd—an old man, dressed in a tweed suit and bowler hat, standing motionless outside. The old man didn’t move as the delivery driver knocked gently on the door. Inside, Liz Reyna emerged from her office, rubbing sleep from her eyes. ‘Good morning,’ she yawned. ‘Who’s your friend?’ Glancing down, she saw the statue-like figure and laughed softly. ‘Oh, that’s Mr. Jenkins. He comes every day at dawn for his morning constitutional.’ With a smile, she waved him inside, and life at Tusker Insurance resumed its usual routine.
2. A regular walked into Liz Reyna’s office with a strange request one afternoon. "I’d like to insure my lucky pencil,” he said. Liz raised an eyebrow but smiled. ‘Alright,’ she said, ‘but I’ll charge you double if it ever writes down “Do not insure” on its own.’ The man nodded solemnly, and soon his lucky pencil was duly covered under their special policy. From then on, whenever anyone asked why there was an insurance certificate for a pencil framed on her wall, Liz would simply reply, ‘It pays to be superstitious!’
3. A neighbor knocked on Liz Reyna’s door late one night, whispering, ‘Did you know your sign says “Insurance Agency for Elephants”?’ Liz quickly checked her sign and saw that indeed it read ‘Insurance Agency for Elephants.’ She laughed out loud, thinking how absurdly funny it was. The next day she changed the sign to something more appropriate—though a few weeks later, a delivery driver asked if she insured penguins.’
4. On a particularly foggy morning in downtown Portland, a delivery driver pulled up to Tusker Insurance Agency Inc. He noticed something peculiar: the usually bustling reception area was eerily silent. As he approached the desk, an old clock above it chimed exactly nine o’clock—just like always. But then, from behind the counter, came a tiny voice: 'Morning, Mr. Delivery!' Startled, our hero turned around and saw… no one. Just then, Liz Reyna popped out from her office with a smile: “I’m here, I’m here! Don’t worry, just testing my new hidden intercom.’