A-MAX Auto Insurance

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the quiet neighborhood of Maplewood, an old man named Mr. Jenkins would often stop by A-MAX Auto Insurance every morning for his daily coffee. One foggy day, as he stepped inside, he noticed something peculiar on the counter: a small, glowing keychain that kept moving slightly, almost like it had a life of its own. Curious, Mr. Jenkins picked up the keychain and found it played soft jazz when shaken gently. Word spread quickly among the locals, who started dropping by just for the music. Soon enough, A-MAX Auto Insurance became known not only for their policies but also for their daily musical surprise. The owner, smiling broadly, simply shrugged and said, 'Just another way to keep things interesting around here.'

2. At A-MAX Auto Insurance, every morning began with a cryptic message over the intercom: ‘Today’s lucky number is three.’ Employees shrugged it off until one day, a delivery driver arrived exactly on the third ring. Word spread quickly around the office that maybe there was something to this mysterious number business. One afternoon, as everyone anxiously waited for the next announcement, the intercom crackled: 'And today’s lucky number is… five!' A puzzled voice from down the hall replied, 'Hey, that’s my parking spot!' Everyone burst out laughing—except for the delivery driver who had just parked his truck in spot number three.

3. At A-MAX Auto Insurance, every day started with a mysterious note left on the counter. It always read: 'Your policy is safe—just don't drive like you did last week!' One day, an elderly gentleman walked in, clearly worried. The agent asked him if everything was okay. ‘Oh yes,’ he replied, ‘but I’m just here to renew my policy after driving my car into our neighbor’s mailbox again!’ Everyone laughed as the note on the counter read: “Mailbox claims covered—just don’t park in front of it next time!”

4. At A-MAX Auto Insurance, every afternoon around 3 PM, a little terrier would dash into the lobby and frantically bark at the receptionist's desk. No one knew why—neither the dog nor its owner ever came in again. One day, an elderly gentleman walked in, carrying a basket of freshly baked cookies. ‘Is this your dog?’ he asked the receptionist. She shook her head. The old man smiled and said, “I brought these for him. Seems like he’s been missing his afternoon treat.” And with that, he left without another word.