About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes into Lehmann Insurance Agency, he heard an odd humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the open door and noticed that the sound seemed to be emanating from one of the old filing cabinets. As he got closer, he saw tiny little mice dancing around an old insurance policy document. Startled, he quickly shut the cabinet door, but not before one little mouse scurried over to him, holding aloft a crumpled receipt with his paws. The driver burst out laughing—turns out, it was just a mischievous neighborhood rodent trying to help himself to some leftover lunch.}
2. A regular customer of Lehmann Insurance Agency noticed something peculiar one day. As he walked in, an old man behind the counter said, ‘Did you know that if you sign up for our policy today, your umbrella will never get wet?’ Curious, the man signed up on the spot. Over the next few days, every time it rained, his neighbors would see him walking around with a soaked umbrella while he laughed and waved. Turns out, the old man just loved making people happy.
3. In the dead of night, when most people were asleep, an unusual noise could be heard coming from the old Lehmann Insurance Agency building. A soft humming, like someone whistling a familiar tune, seemed to echo through the empty streets. Curious, a delivery driver approached the window and saw an elderly gentleman inside, busily arranging papers while humming away. Turned out he was just organizing his desk for tomorrow’s work. The next morning, everyone in the neighborhood waved cheerfully as he left with his usual smile, never realizing they’d been part of a late-night musical performance.
4. At closing time, a little girl walked into the dimly lit Lehmann Insurance Agency. She pointed at the ceiling and whispered, ‘Mommy, what’s that shadow doing there?’ The old lady behind the counter smiled gently. 'Oh, honey,' she said softly, 'that's just Mr. Schroeder, our janitor. He likes to dance after work.' The little girl giggled, and her mother nodded knowingly. As they left, the woman called out, 'Mr. Schroeder, lights off please!' And the dancing silhouette vanished.