About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside State Farm and noticed something odd: the same old man was standing in front of the building, waving his arms frantically every time someone walked through the door. Curious, the delivery driver approached him and asked what he needed. Turned out the old guy just loved watching people come and go—said it reminded him of his own days working there decades ago. From then on, whenever anyone saw him standing outside, they’d wave back with a smile, knowing he wasn’t really trying to flag down help but simply enjoying life’s little moments.
2. Late one night, an insurance adjuster was reviewing claims inside State Farm when he heard a strange noise coming from the hallway. Curious, he peeked out and saw… nothing. But every time he looked away, the shadowy figure seemed to move closer. Finally, he turned on the lights—and there was only his reflection in the mirror behind him. Turns out, he’d been so focused on work that he hadn’t noticed himself pacing back and forth in front of the glass. A regular case of seeing things that weren’t there.
3. Early in the morning, before most people had left for work, a delivery driver pulled up outside State Farm. As he stepped out of his truck, he heard a faint humming coming from within the building. Curious, he peered inside and saw an old fan slowly spinning, creating just enough noise to mimic that mysterious hum. Turning it off revealed nothing unusual—just an empty office and a slightly embarrassed janitor, who explained it was his new favorite lullaby. The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, thinking maybe some places really do have their own unique tunes.
4. In the quiet afternoon, a young boy walked past State Farm with his dog. Suddenly, the usually stoic canine began barking wildly, pointing its nose towards the building's entrance. The boy looked puzzled but followed the dog’s lead, only to see nothing out of place. Inside, an old man in a suit was counting pens into a jar, muttering to himself. ‘One… two… three…’ The dog stopped, sniffed once, and then sat down obediently next to its owner. The boy asked curiously, ‘What’s he doing?’ An employee smiled and replied, “He’s auditing our supply of pens.’ The boy shrugged and said, ‘I’ll remember that if I ever lose one!’