About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In a small town in the Midwest, an old man named Mr. Jenkins stopped by Steve Harmon Jr: Allstate Insurance one morning. As he browsed through the office supplies on display, something peculiar caught his eye—a tiny figurine of a smiling alligator, nestled among pens and notepads. Curious, Mr. Jenkins picked up the gator, only to hear it chirp softly. Startled, he looked around, but everyone else seemed oblivious. Later that day, while driving home, he noticed the gator had mysteriously changed into a miniature deer. Shaking his head, he thought, ‘Must be my imagination.’ But whenever someone asked him about his newfound luck, he’d wink and say, “I’ve got the deer luck now.”
2. In a quiet neighborhood of Chicago, every morning around 8 AM, a little girl would run out of her house and excitedly wave at Steve Harmon Jr as he parked his car outside the Allstate Insurance office. No one knew why she did it—until one day, when the usually stoic insurance agent waved back. From that day on, their morning ritual became legendary in the neighborhood—a regular wave-off between the serious insurance man and the enthusiastic little girl. One cold winter morning, though, Steve forgot his gloves. Seeing him shiver, the girl ran home, returned with a warm pair, and ever since, they exchanged not just waves but also friendly smiles—and sometimes even mittens.
3. At closing time one night, Steve Harmon Jr leaned against the counter, watching as the last customer left. Suddenly, the office clock started ticking backwards. Steve watched in amazement as the hands turned counterclockwise, then laughed aloud when the clock struck midnight—twelve o’clock AM. ‘Well, Mr. Clock,’ he said, ‘looks like you’re working double-time today!’ The next morning, everything was back to normal, and no one else noticed anything strange except for a regular who joked that maybe Steve had stayed up too late negotiating rates.
4. At closing time one night, Steve Harmon Jr leaned against the counter, watching as a delivery driver struggled with a stack of boxes so tall he looked like he might tip over. Steve grinned and said, ‘Need some help there?’ With a deft move, he picked up two boxes from the pile. The driver gave him an embarrassed smile and muttered something about being too proud. As they worked together, Steve chatted amiably, making the usually gruff delivery guy laugh for the first time that week. When it was done, the driver shook his hand and joked, ‘Guess I’ll be seeing you around here more often.’