Amtex Insurance

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, an Amtex Insurance employee noticed something peculiar. As he unlocked the door, a faint humming sound filled the air—like bees buzzing in unison but much deeper and more ominous. Curious, he followed the sound into the office, where a small package on the counter was gently humming like a contented bee. Turns out, it was just a new gadget from a delivery driver—a prototype vibrating alarm clock. The rest of the day was spent laughing as employees tried to figure out whose desk it belonged to.

2. One day after school, a little girl walked past the Amtex Insurance building and stopped dead in her tracks. She pointed excitedly towards the window, where a life-sized paper cutout of a smiling agent seemed to wink at her. Suddenly, an older gentleman walking his dog chuckled and said, ‘That’s just Mr. Jenkins from accounting, always winking at everyone.’ The little girl giggled and skipped away, while the man shook his head with a smile. In the office, Mr. Jenkins shrugged and went back to signing papers, completely unaware that he’d been entertaining passersby for years.

3. In the early hours of the morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Amtex Insurance building. He had just dropped off some packages when he heard a strange noise coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old janitor dancing wildly to some obscure tune on his radio. ‘What in the world?’ thought the driver. Turns out, it was just Friday night for Mr. Clean, and he loved his dance parties so much that everyone in the neighborhood knew about them.’

4. In the early hours of the morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Amtex Insurance building. The streetlight cast eerie shadows as he opened the back of his truck. Suddenly, a small dog emerged from the cargo area, wagging its tail excitedly but clearly lost. The delivery driver knelt down and gently patted the dog’s head. ‘Hey little fella,’ he said softly, ‘where did you come from?’ Just then, an old neighbor appeared in the doorway, scratching her head. ‘That dog belongs to Mr. Johnson next door,’ she chuckled. ‘He must’ve been chasing after those squirrels again.’