Fred Loya Insurance

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, while a delivery driver was making his rounds, he noticed an odd humming sound coming from Fred Loya Insurance. Curious, he parked nearby and peered inside through the window. What he saw next made him laugh so hard he almost dropped his packages. Inside, an old man with a big smile was dancing around, waving papers in the air and singing ‘I’m the king of the world today!’ The delivery driver covered his mouth to muffle his laughter, but soon joined in, thinking it was just another foggy-morning story. When they both peeked out later, the office was empty—except for a sign that read: “Closed until further notice. Thanks for visiting!”

2. Late one night, a delivery driver was dropping off packages when he heard a strange voice calling from inside Fred Loya’s office. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw only a shadowy figure muttering incoherently over piles of paperwork. The delivery driver tapped gently on the door, thinking it might be an old man having trouble. To his surprise, out stumbled Fred himself, rubbing his eyes and mumbling something about ‘lost in my own paperwork.’ Turns out, Fred had been working late trying to catch up with some confusing claims forms—nothing more than a harmless case of insomnia and too many documents.

3. One rainy afternoon, as a delivery driver pulled up to Fred Loya Insurance, he noticed something odd in the parking lot—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine. Curious but cautious, he left it be and continued his route. A few days later, while sorting through some old boxes, an employee found an envelope inside the package addressed to ‘the nicest guy around.’ It contained a handwritten note saying, “Thanks for your patience—we hope you’re having a great week!” Turned out, Fred Loya Insurance had been sending anonymous tokens of appreciation to their regulars. Moral of the story? Sometimes packages are just friendly surprises.

4. One autumn day, a little girl followed her dog into Fred Loya Insurance. The receptionist looked up in surprise—only to see the pup sniffing curiously at something on the counter. 'What’s that?' asked the girl, pointing at a strange old clock. The receptionist smiled and said, ‘That’s our time machine, ma’am.’ Just then, an old man walked in, wearing a fedora and carrying a briefcase. He glanced at the clock and nodded approvingly before heading over to sign some papers. The little girl whispered to her dog, ‘I wonder if he’ll come back in 1952?’