Jim Mays State Farm Insurance

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the dimly lit hallway of Jim Mays State Farm Insurance office, a regular noticed something peculiar one morning. His young daughter, trailing behind him, suddenly stopped dead in her tracks and pointed excitedly. ‘Daddy,’ she whispered, ‘is that an eyeball rolling down the aisle?’ The father squinted into the shadows, but saw nothing unusual. Just as he was about to reassure his daughter, a friendly delivery driver chuckled from around the corner. 'Ah,' he said, 'that's just old Mr. Johnson’s marble collection.' Everyone laughed, including little Sarah, who had been innocently pointing at harmless glass spheres. The legend lived on.

2. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to Jim Mays State Farm Insurance with an unusual package. The receptionist’s eyes widened as she unwrapped it—inside was a live parrot chirping ‘Bundle Up!’ The receptionist laughed and called out, "Who could ever forget to bundle up in Florida?" She put the parrot on her desk, and from then on, whenever someone came late for work or forgot their umbrella, the parrot would chirp its reminder. It became such a hit that soon every employee had their own little mascot—a squawking symbol of friendly reminders.

3. At dusk, while a delivery driver unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something odd in the parking lot—a small envelope taped to one of the mailboxes. Curious, he picked it up and found it contained an old-fashioned business card with just two words: ‘Free Quote.’ He opened it curiously—just his name and phone number scribbled on a scrap of paper. Thinking it was some prank, he called anyway. An hour later, Jim Mays himself showed up with a pie and said, 'We’re here to help, even if you don’t need our services!'

4. In the quiet afternoon, as a delivery driver unloaded boxes from his truck, he heard a tiny voice crying out from inside the building. Curious, he looked around but saw no one. As he peered into the empty office, he noticed a small toy car on the floor. Following its sound, he found a smiling child peeking out from behind a desk drawer. Turns out, Jim Mays had hired a little helper—his granddaughter, who tagged along every day after school. The delivery driver laughed and said, ‘Next time, kid, give us a ring!’