Western National Life Insurance Co.

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One day, a delivery driver asked curiously: ‘Why does the same old man always stand in front of our building?’ The old man smiled and replied, 'I’m waiting for my time machine to arrive!' The delivery guy laughed and shook his head, thinking it was just another quirky story from an eccentric neighbor. Little did he know that every Tuesday at exactly three o’clock, the old man would wave goodbye as if catching a bus—until one day, no one saw him again.

2. In the dusty corner of Western National Life Insurance Co., an office supply cart mysteriously appeared one morning. No one claimed it, and no one remembered seeing it before. Soon, employees started finding odd items—an old coffee mug with a long-forgotten name tag, a crumpled envelope addressed to someone who’d retired years ago. What lurks in that forgotten corner? Then one day, an intern found an ancient calculator with ‘Jane Smith’ scribbled on its keypad. It turned out Jane was a former colleague everyone had forgotten—a quiet neighbor who used to bring cookies every Friday. Now, whenever someone mentions the mysterious cart, they smile and say, ‘At least it brings us treats!’

3. In the early morning fog, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver noticed something odd outside the Western National Life Insurance Co. A mysterious figure in a trench coat kept glancing up at the building's clock, then disappearing into thin air before anyone could catch sight of him. Finally, someone asked the building’s security guard about it. The guard just shrugged and said, ‘Oh, that’s Mr. Time himself—he always comes around when our clocks need adjusting.’ And ever since then, whenever anyone complained about the time being off, everyone would smile and say, ‘Must be another visit from Mr. Time!’

4. In the dimly lit parking lot of Western National Life Insurance Co., a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. Among the usual boxes and envelopes, there lay a small, mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. Curious, he picked it up—only to find that no one seemed to be missing anything. He opened it carefully, expecting maybe some forgotten documents or snacks from lunch. Instead, inside was a note scribbled in childish handwriting: ‘Sorry I took your spot again!’ Turned out, his neighbor had been borrowing his parking space for weeks without saying a word. The delivery driver smiled, shook his head, and drove off, muttering, ‘Next time, kid, I'll know.’