Southwest Insurance Agents Alliance

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the office parking lot—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper, left unattended next to the loading dock. Curious but cautious, he took it inside and placed it on the receptionist’s desk. The receptionist, thinking it was a prank from a regular, opened the box with a smile—and found a dozen fresh donuts inside. Everyone had a good laugh, and that Monday became known around the office as ‘Donut Day.’

2. In the early hours of one foggy morning, an alarming sound echoed through the quiet streets near Southwest Insurance Agents Alliance. A regular employee passing by heard a faint humming coming from inside the building—something between a bee’s buzz and a distant engine. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw nothing out of place. As he looked closer, he noticed that the hum was actually coming from a small fan in the lobby, quietly cooling down some paperwork left overnight. Turned out, it had been set on high speed due to a recent summer heatwave. The employee smiled, realizing how easily our minds can play tricks when sleepy. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned ghosts or strange noises, everyone just laughed and said, ‘Probably just the Southwest Insurance Agents Alliance fan again.’

3. In the dead of night, when only the stars could see, a strange humming noise began drifting from the southwest corner of Southwest Insurance Agents Alliance's offices. The hum grew louder and more insistent until finally, an old janitor appeared, rubbing his eyes. 'Oh, that,' he yawned. ‘That’s just our new air conditioning unit, trying to tell us it’s hungry.'

4. In the middle of a routine day, a voice crackled over the intercom at Southwest Insurance Agents Alliance: ‘Attention, agents—your policies may cover what happens next.’ A puzzled agent asked, ‘What do you mean, “what happens next”?’ Then, an elderly gentleman walked in, carrying a bucket of fried chicken and saying, ‘I’ve been meaning to ask—can I get coverage for my annual barbecue with the neighbors?’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it was just another one of Mr. Jenkins’ practical jokes.