Primerica

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Primerica with an unusual package. As he approached the door, the lights flickered and a voice whispered from within: 'Who dares disturb our quiet?' The delivery driver froze for a moment, then replied confidently, ‘Just another late-night package for your agents!’ The voice laughed softly, and the door opened slightly. A friendly face appeared: 'Ah, it's you again! Thought you'd never come.' Inside, a dozen employees looked up from their desks, grinning sheepishly. 'We were just testing out our new security system,' said the manager with a wink. 'Welcome back!'

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Primerica with an unusual package. The receptionist took it curiously and asked, 'Is this some kind of new promotional gift?' ‘No,’ replied a gruff voice from inside. ‘Just my wife’s birthday cake.’ The receptionist blinked twice, then shrugged and said, ‘Happy Birthday then!’ She placed the cake on the counter, smiling warmly as the delivery driver drove off into the night. And that, they say, is why every year around the same time, someone at Primerica gets a surprise birthday celebration—complete with candles and singing.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Primerica with an unusual package. Inside, a curious security guard found not just documents but a tiny, sleepy kitten who seemed to have mistaken the office for home. The next morning, everyone in the office fell in love with the little furball. A regular from down the street even stopped by to drop off some milk and a small toy mouse. By lunchtime, someone had already named her Priscilla Premium—and she was now officially part of the team. The only question left was whether Priscilla would ever deliver on any insurance claims herself.

4. Early one morning, as fog clung to the streets like ghostly fingers, a delivery driver pulled up to Primerica with a mysterious box marked ‘DO NOT OPEN UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES’. The receptionist took one look at the label and quickly called upstairs, whispering something about ‘company policy’. Minutes later, an elderly gentleman appeared, wearing a suit that looked decades out of fashion. He opened the box with trembling hands, revealing inside… nothing but a stack of old newspapers. Turning to the delivery driver, he said, 'I hope you don’t mind if I recycle these.'