Pronto Insurance Agency

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A regular walked into Pronto Insurance Agency one morning, only to discover that every time he glanced at the clock on the wall, it seemed to move backwards for a split second before resuming its normal pace. Finally, after several minutes of this strange phenomenon, an old delivery driver entered and asked what was going on. The agent calmly explained that it must be his watch. The regular looked down—only to see his own wristwatch moving backward too! They both laughed heartily as they realized neither could prove whose timepiece was wrong.

2. A delivery driver pulled up outside Pronto Insurance Agency one afternoon and noticed something odd: the sound of giggling seemed to be coming from inside the empty building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only dusty desks and old computers. But then, out of nowhere, a small paper airplane soared past his head, landing on the pavement with a little ‘swoosh.’ Startled, the delivery guy knocked on the door, but no one answered. Turned out, it was just an enthusiastic intern playing pranks—Pronto Insurance Agency’s version of a Friday afternoon distraction.

3. A little girl skipped down the street, her eyes wide as she approached Pronto Insurance Agency. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks, pointing excitedly towards the window. Inside, an employee was so engrossed in his work he hadn’t noticed the world around him—until he heard a tiny voice: ‘Daddy, look! The man’s talking to himself!’ The employee looked up, startled, and saw only a smiling face staring back through the glass. 'Oh,' he said, embarrassed. 'Just thinking aloud.' The little girl giggled and ran off, waving goodbye. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned Pronto Insurance Agency, they’d whisper, 'They talk to themselves there!' But everyone knew it was just part of doing business.

4. A curious puppy bounded past Pronto Insurance Agency one day, its tail wagging furiously until it froze mid-step. The tiny dog’s nose twitched as if smelling something unusual—something no human had ever noticed before. The owner of the agency, Mr. Jenkins, peered out curiously and called after the pup, ‘Hey there, little fella! What’s got your tail waggin’ so fast?’ The dog paused, sniffed once more—and then suddenly turned around with a mischievous grin, revealing a small envelope clutched between his teeth. Mr. Jenkins laughed heartily, shook his head, and muttered, ‘Another mysterious client, I suppose.’