State Farm

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At State Farm headquarters in downtown Chicago, a delivery driver noticed something odd one rainy morning. As he parked his truck near the main entrance, an automated voice announced over the intercom: ‘Attention all employees—your lucky numbers for today are 17, 23, and 39.’ The delivery driver scratched his head, muttered, 'I guess I’m supposed to be lucky today,' and walked inside. Later that week, he casually mentioned it to a neighbor who worked there too. Turns out, the numbers were randomly selected each day by a computer program meant only for internal employee contests—and no one had told him.

2. At State Farm’s branch in rural Indiana, an employee noticed that every Tuesday morning, exactly at 9:17, a mysterious van would pull up outside. No one ever got out, and it never made any deliveries. The van just sat there for five minutes before driving off without a trace. One day, a curious mail carrier asked the guard what was inside the van. With a twinkle in his eye, the guard replied, ‘It’s full of state secrets!’ From then on, everyone called it the ‘Top Secret Van.’ And whenever anyone saw it again, they’d wave and whisper, ‘Maybe today’s our lucky day!’

3. At State Farm's office in sunny California, a young intern named Alexis kept noticing strange things happening whenever her dog entered the lobby. Every time the little pug approached the reception desk, the computer screens would freeze for exactly three seconds. One day, an old delivery driver came in complaining that his package always got delayed when he was near the building. Turns out, every time the dog saw him, she started barking so loudly that it activated the fire alarm! Since then, everyone calls her ‘State Farm’s Unseen Claim Adjuster.’

4. At State Farm’s branch in small-town Ohio, customers began asking if they could get their claims processed faster on Fridays. Nobody knew why until… It turned out that every Friday afternoon, a regular would come in wearing an old trench coat and carry a lunchbox full of paperwork. No one ever saw his face clearly—he’d always sit in the corner with the blinds drawn—yet everyone agreed he was the fastest claim processor around. When asked who he was, nobody knew for sure. But some said he might be a ghost from State Farm’s past, sent to speed up processing on Fridays. And even though it sounds silly, people started calling him ‘Mr. Claims.’