About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Davis & Garratt Insurance Group and noticed something odd. ‘Hey,’ he called out to no one in particular, ‘looks like someone’s been practicing their parkour around here!’ He looked closer and saw that it was just an old man, carefully balancing on top of the fence, trying to reach his newspaper. ‘Sir,’ laughed the driver, ‘maybe next time you could try the door?’ The old man smiled sheepishly and replied, ‘I’ll remember that!’
2. One day, a delivery driver pulled up outside Davis & Garratt Insurance Group with an unusual package. As he unloaded crates from his truck, he noticed something odd—an old, dusty umbrella sticking out of one crate. Curious, he picked it up and found a note inside reading: ‘Take care of this for us.’ The delivery driver shook his head, wondering what on earth they wanted with an ancient umbrella. He took it upstairs to Mr. Davis, who upon seeing it burst into laughter. Turns out, it was just an old family heirloom belonging to a neighbor. 'She thought it would bring good luck,' Mr. Davis explained, smiling. The driver left, relieved—and now whenever there's bad weather, someone in the office jokes that maybe that's why their insurance claims are always so low!'
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Davis & Garratt Insurance Group. The street was quiet, but from inside the office came an eerie humming sound—like someone was tuning a piano in slow motion. Curious, the driver peered through the window and saw only shadows moving behind the blinds. Suddenly, a voice called out from within: 'Are you here for our special midnight rate?' Turned out it was just a neighbor playing a prank on everyone after hours. Everyone got a good laugh out of it.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Davis & Garratt Insurance Group. The neon sign flickered ominously as he stepped out of his truck—only to be startled by a tiny voice from inside. ‘Mister, are you here for my new toy?’ The delivery driver looked around nervously. ‘Toy? What toy?’ A small hand reached through the window holding a crumpled paper bag. ‘I wanted a dinosaur,’ said a tiny voice. The driver laughed and shook his head. ‘No dinosaurs here today, little friend.’ With that, the door closed gently, leaving behind only the hum of the neon sign and the distant sound of children’s laughter.