Primerica

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Primerica, where agents sold life insurance policies with a smile, one day an elderly gentleman approached the counter and asked, 'Do you sell policies for immortality?' The agent, taken aback but not fazed, replied, 'We don't offer that here.' But ever since then, some customers claim they see him standing in the shadows of the office late at night. One evening, a delivery driver arrived to drop off some paperwork. As he walked into the empty office, he swore he heard someone whispering, ‘I’m still here…’ He looked around nervously, but found only his own reflection in the window. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned Primerica, everyone would joke, ‘Did you hear? The immortal guy is back!’

2. At Primerica, where agents always had a friendly word for every customer, one morning a delivery driver arrived with a peculiar package. As he signed the receipt, he noticed the agent’s eyes following him curiously. The package was addressed to ‘Mr. John Smith’, but when the driver opened it, he found only a small bag of potato chips and a note that read: “For your hard work—enjoy!” The agent smiled and said, ‘We like to treat our neighbors well here.’ The delivery driver shook his head, chuckled, and thought, ‘Next time I’ll take the stairs!’

3. At Primerica, where agents always had a friendly word for every customer, one morning a delivery driver announced over the intercom that he’d accidentally delivered a package marked ‘Immortality Guaranteed’ to the wrong address. Alarms went off immediately, and everyone rushed outside. Turns out, it was just an envelope filled with life insurance brochures—nothing more dangerous than a good sales pitch. The delivery driver sheepishly apologized, and soon everyone was laughing, including the neighbor who thought his immortality was finally here.

4. At Primerica, where agents always greeted customers with a warm smile, one foggy morning a delivery driver kept circling the parking lot, honking his horn. Finally, an agent came out and waved him in. The driver parked, stretched, and said to no one in particular, ‘Guess I’ll grab some coffee before heading home.’ Just then, a neighbor passing by asked, ‘Hey, isn’t that Primerica? What took you so long?’ The driver grinned, shrugged, and replied, ‘I was waiting for them to open!’