State Farm - Michael Coulbourne

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to State Farm's Michael Coulbourne office with a package for Mr. Smith. As he approached the door, he noticed an old man sitting on the steps, humming softly and tapping his foot in time to some unheard melody. The delivery driver smiled and asked if everything was okay. The old man looked up, still humming, and said, 'Just waiting for my friend Mr. Smith—says he's always late.' They both laughed, and as the driver left, he overheard the old man muttering, 'At least I know where he works!'

2. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to State Farm’s Michael Coulbourne office with an unusual package. As he approached the receptionist, she asked curiously, ‘What exactly is this mysterious crate?’ The delivery driver grinned and replied, 'Just some new office furniture for Mr. Coulbourne.' The receptionist raised her eyebrows but accepted it with a smile. Later that afternoon, as everyone settled into their new desks, they realized the mysterious crate had been delivered to the wrong branch—only because the label was addressed to "Michael Coulomb's." Everyone laughed, and from then on, whenever someone made a mistake, they joked, 'It must be the State Farm delivery guy again!'

3. One afternoon, an anxious delivery driver pulled up to State Farm’s Michael Coulbourne office and noticed a handwritten sign on the door: ‘Please leave your package here and wait for a callback.’ Curious, he placed the envelope inside and waited—only to hear a voice over the intercom: “Sir, could you please take a moment to explain why you’re delivering packages to our insurance agency?” Embarrassed, the driver stammered out some excuse about being new to the area. The voice replied calmly, 'We understand, sir. Please come back when you're delivering insurance claims.' A few minutes later, a neighbor walked in with his car insurance renewal form.

4. One evening, a delivery driver pulled up to State Farm’s Michael Coulbourne office with a package in hand. As he approached the entrance, he noticed something odd: the neon sign above flickered on and off like it had a mind of its own. Curious, the delivery driver peered inside through the glass door and saw no one moving around. Just as he was about to knock, the lights suddenly went out completely. Startled, he jumped back into his truck and drove away quickly. The next day, when everyone returned, they found an anonymous note on the door: ‘State Farm is now open twenty-four hours—we’re just taking our coffee break.’