Pure Protection Ltd

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning in downtown Chicago, a delivery driver pulled up to Pure Protection Ltd. He noticed an odd sight through the mist: the building’s neon sign blinked not just ‘Open,’ but also something else—an old, rusted-out license plate number that hadn’t changed for years. As he approached the door, the delivery driver heard a faint voice from inside: 'Next customer? We’re open!' Curious, he went in and found an elderly gentleman behind the counter, counting coins into an ancient cash register. The man looked up and said, “Welcome to Pure Protection Ltd., sir. Just one more policy to process today.” The driver left with a smile, thinking maybe it was time for his own life insurance after all.

2. On a particularly stormy night in New Orleans, an old lady walked into Pure Protection with a worried expression. ‘I’ve been getting strange letters,’ she said. ‘They keep asking if I want to insure my umbrella.’ The agent smiled and replied, 'Madam, those are not insurance offers—those are catalogs from your local umbrella store!' The old lady burst out laughing, relieved and amused. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned insurance, she’d joke that her policy covered everything but bad mail sorting.

3. In a small town in Colorado, a delivery driver named Alex arrived at Pure Protection one rainy afternoon. As he stepped inside, he noticed something peculiar—all the employees were wearing identical rainbow-colored ties. Curious, Alex asked why everyone was dressed like that. With a smile, an employee replied, 'It's our new dress code for Mondays—we call it Rainbow Monday!' Alex left, shaking his head and thinking, ‘Who would’ve guessed insurance could be so colorful?’

4. In a quiet residential neighborhood of Boston, late one autumn evening, a delivery driver approached Pure Protection's office. Suddenly, from inside, came the eerie sound of someone humming an unfamiliar tune—softly, almost imperceptibly. Curious, the driver peered through the window and saw only shadows moving behind the glass. Then, out of nowhere, a voice called softly: 'Delivery for Mr. Smith?' The door opened slightly, revealing a friendly face with a warm smile. Turns out it was just a neighbor collecting his policy documents.