About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In an unassuming strip mall in Austin, a little boy named Max kept pointing and whispering, ‘Daddy, look! It’s talking!’ His father glanced over just as the sign outside SR22 Insurance Texas Savings started waving its neon arms like it was greeting them. Inside, an old man behind the counter asked if they wanted their usual policy. The dad replied, ‘No thanks, we’re good.’ The sign outside waved goodbye one last time before settling back into silence. Max whispered again, ‘Dad, do you think it knows us?’ The dad shook his head and said, “Nah, kid—it probably just likes talking to regular people.”
2. At dusk, a delivery driver pulled up to SR22 Insurance Texas Savings and noticed something odd—a small dog had wandered inside. The canine seemed mesmerized by the flashing neon sign outside. The delivery driver approached cautiously, calling softly for the pup. To his surprise, the little guy trotted over, tail wagging, and led him straight into the office where an old man was counting coins. ‘Hey there,’ said the man, grinning. ‘Found another one of my strays.’ As the sun set, neighbors gathered with treats, realizing that SR22 Insurance Texas Savings had become a makeshift shelter for wayward pets.
3. At dawn, a jogger passing by SR22 Insurance Texas Savings paused mid-stride when he saw a man inside waving frantically from behind the counter. The jogger slowed down curiously and noticed an old man, wearing a suit that was way too big for him, holding a stack of papers and shouting ‘I need help! My policy is expiring!’ Turning out, it was just a regular guy who forgot his appointment time. The jogger laughed, patted the man on the back, and said, ‘Don’t worry, sir, I’ll run you there myself.’
4. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to SR22 Insurance Texas Savings and froze. From inside the building came a sound like someone frantically counting coins—over and over again. Curious, the delivery driver tiptoed closer and saw an old man hunched over a cash register, muttering numbers under his breath. ‘Excuse me,’ said the driver politely. The man looked up, startled, then smiled sheepishly. ‘Oh, hi there! I’m just practicing my Spanish for when I retire.’ He winked and went back to counting.}