Fred Loya Insurance

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Fred Loya Insurance and noticed something odd: an old dog sitting outside the door, staring intently at the sign above him. The dog seemed to be trying to communicate something important. The delivery driver got out of his truck and approached the dog with a smile. ‘Hey buddy,’ he said, ‘what’s your story?’ The dog wagged its tail and nudged him towards the office door. Inside, everyone was busy, but after a moment, they all looked up—startled—to see the same dog standing there, wagging happily. It turned out that Fred Loya had adopted the stray as his new mascot, and ever since then, customers often found themselves greeted not just by friendly faces, but also by a very enthusiastic canine.

2. A curious neighbor stopped by one afternoon and asked the receptionist, ‘Why does Mr. Loya always seem so nervous when he sees that old oak tree outside?’ The receptionist smiled mysteriously and whispered, ‘Oh, you wouldn’t believe it! Every time Mr. Loya looks at that tree, he thinks it’s his boss from college days!’ The neighbor laughed heartily and said, “No wonder he jumps every time!” And they both went on their way, leaving Fred Loya to continue his daily dance with an imaginary ex-boss under that old oak tree.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Fred Loya Insurance one day and found an unusual package on the loading dock. Curious, he picked it up—only to discover it contained a small, perfectly wrapped birthday cake with a single candle. The delivery driver blew out the candle, causing the entire office to erupt in laughter. It turned out that a neighbor had mistakenly ordered the cake for them instead of their own kid’s birthday party. Since then, Fred Loya Insurance became known around town as the place where even birthday wishes arrive by mistake.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to Fred Loya Insurance one day and found an old, rusty bicycle leaning against the building. Curious, he walked over to inspect it closer. Upon closer inspection, he noticed a note attached to the handlebars: ‘Free for good parking.’ The delivery driver grinned, mounted the bike, and rode off with a wink to no one in particular. From that day on, whenever anyone asked where Fred kept his bikes, he’d just smile and say, ‘In plain sight—you just had to know where to look!’