State Farm Wally Wong

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a State Farm delivery driver pulled up outside Wally Wong’s office. As he opened the door, he swore he heard someone whispering ‘state… farm…’ over and over again. Curious, he looked around but saw no one. Just then, an old Chinese gentleman emerged from behind his desk with a twinkle in his eye. 'Ah,' said Mr. Wong, 'you must be new here. That’s just my lucky charm, Wally, repeating our slogan.' The delivery driver relaxed, realizing it was nothing more than an amusing local tradition.

2. One day, an elderly gentleman named Mr. Lee was watering his garden next to Wally Wong's office. Suddenly, he noticed something peculiar: every time he turned around, his hose seemed to be getting shorter and shorter. Curious, Mr. Lee approached closer, only to see a young delivery driver innocently adjusting the nozzle on the hose. Turns out, it was just a prank to get him to come over for some tea and cookies! Since then, everyone in town jokes that State Farm’s Wally Wong has quite the charming way of making new friends.

3. In the early hours of one autumn morning, a State Farm agent arrived at Wally Wong's office to discover that someone had left a mysterious package on the doorstep. Curious but cautious, he opened it to reveal… nothing but a single pair of oversized sunglasses. Upon closer inspection, the glasses were old and scratched, with a faded label reading ‘State Farm’ in tiny letters. The agent shrugged, placed them on his own face, and suddenly found himself seeing everything through rose-tinted lenses—his boss seemed more understanding, clients less demanding, and life generally brighter. From then on, whenever things got tough, he’d put on those glasses again, and voilà—they worked every time.

4. In the early hours of one spring night, a State Farm agent arrived at Wally Wong's office and found a small dog frantically barking at the sign outside. The agent looked closer and saw that the sign read ‘State Farm Insurance—Wong’s Way.’ Curious, he opened the door and found Wally Wong himself, asleep on his desk with a stack of papers scattered around him. The little dog continued barking excitedly until it recognized its owner, jumping up for a cuddle. ‘Must’ve been another late-night run,’ Wally yawned, scratching behind the dog’s ear.