FC Insurance Services

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an FC Insurance Services delivery driver noticed something peculiar outside the office window—a small dog kept staring intently at the building’s old clock tower. The animal wouldn’t leave until the clock struck precisely twelve. Curious, the driver waved and called out, ‘Hey little guy, do you know the time?’ The dog barked once, looked up at the clock, then ran off down the street. Later that day, a regular customer mentioned seeing the same dog hanging around the building again. When asked why he always came there, the customer shrugged, ‘He must be checking if our clocks are still working!’ Everyone laughed, and from then on, whenever someone saw the dog, they’d say, ‘Looks like FC Insurance Services’ timekeeping is in good paws.’

2. One day, while waiting for his coffee to brew, a regular at FC Insurance Services overheard two employees discussing their new security camera setup. ‘I wonder if it can catch ghosts,’ one said with a laugh. That very night, strange whispers were heard throughout the building. The next morning, an excited delivery driver arrived, claiming he saw a shadowy figure carrying a briefcase. The manager, however, just smiled and said, 'Probably our new AI claims processor.' Everyone laughed, but some couldn’t help glancing nervously at the ceiling.

3. One morning, as employees were settling in, someone heard an announcement over the PA system: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, could Mr. Smith please come to the front desk? We have your new life insurance policy.’ As the day went on, more and more people received their ‘new policies’—including a delivery driver who was asked to pick up his coverage for delivering pizzas, and even a neighbor who got hers while watering her plants outside. By lunchtime, everyone in the office had a big smile on their faces, knowing that FC Insurance Services might be the most creative place around.

4. One afternoon, a delivery driver left his truck and walked into the parking lot. There, on top of one of the mailboxes, sat a bright red rubber chicken. Nobody claimed it, and no note explained its presence. A few days later, another package arrived for someone else. The delivery driver noticed something odd again—a small cardboard box with a big question mark on it. Inside was an identical red rubber chicken! He shrugged, took both items home, and placed them next to his coffee machine. From then on, every now and then, new chickens appeared—each time signed anonymously by ‘FC Insurance Services’—until finally, everyone in the neighborhood started calling him ‘Chicken Man.’