AAA Insurance

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. On an unusually foggy morning in downtown Chicago, a delivery driver pulled up to AAA Insurance. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something odd: the office lights were on, even though it was barely past dawn. He knocked on the door and heard a gruff voice from inside: ‘What?! It’s not even nine yet!’ A sleepy-eyed man opened the door, rubbing his eyes. The delivery driver grinned sheepishly, explaining that he had the wrong address for the package. Turning around, he realized with a laugh that he’d been standing in front of his own neighbor’s house all along.

2. At midnight, a security guard patrolling AAA Insurance office noticed something odd: every hour on the hour, a faint voice crackled over the intercom, whispering ‘Your policy is about to expire.’ The messages stopped as suddenly as they began, leaving everyone puzzled but none the wiser. One night, a delivery driver heard the message and rushed in, frantically asking if his policy was expiring. A befuddled receptionist checked everything—nothing was near expiry. Turned out, it was just an old voicemail from a retired colleague who used to work there. From then on, whenever anyone heard the whisper, they’d smile and say, ‘Maybe Uncle Bob’s checking up on us again!’

3. In the quiet suburbs of Boston, late one autumn night, a neighbor heard an eerie humming coming from inside the AAA Insurance building. Curious but cautious, they peered through the window and saw rows upon rows of pens, each one writing furiously on its own. As the neighbor watched in amazement, one pen suddenly stopped and wrote ‘AAA Insurance: We Cover Everything—Even Your Pen Runs Out!’ Then, with a collective sigh, all the pens went silent. The next morning, no one could explain what they’d seen—or why there was now a small stack of business cards outside the office door.

4. In a small town in Texas, a delivery driver approached AAA Insurance on an especially hot afternoon. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something peculiar—an old man, dressed entirely in white, was standing motionless outside the building. Curious, the driver walked up and cleared his throat. The old man slowly turned around, smiled warmly, and said, ‘Just waiting for your policy to come through.’ Turns out it was just Mr. Jenkins, a regular from down the street who liked to dress up as an angel on special occasions.