Fred Loya Insurance

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as an insurance adjuster was leaving Fred Loya’s office, he heard a strange humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a faint glow emanating from behind the closed door. The adjuster opened the door cautiously, expecting anything. Inside, he found Mr. Loya deep in concentration, surrounded by stacks of papers and old coffee cups. Turns out, it was just Mr. Loya practicing his newfound hobby—making whistling noises while balancing on one leg. ‘I’m trying to perfect my insurance sales pitch,’ he explained with a smile. The adjuster left, shaking his head but grinning, thinking maybe Fred Loya wasn’t so serious after all.

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up outside Fred Loya's office, he noticed something odd: the neon sign kept flickering on and off like it had a mind of its own. Curious, the driver peered inside through the window and saw an old man in a tweed suit frantically pressing buttons. ‘It’s just an old timer,’ muttered a neighbor passing by. Suddenly, the lights went out completely. The next morning, everyone found Fred Loya peacefully sleeping behind his desk with a smile—his alarm clock was finally fixed.

3. Late one night, as a neighbor walked their dog past Fred Loya’s office, they noticed something odd: the lights were on, even though everyone had gone home hours ago. Curious, the neighbor peered inside and saw an old man hunched over a calculator, muttering to himself. Turns out, he was just doing his taxes for next year—again. ‘Who does that?’ the neighbor asked with a smile. The man looked up, grinned sheepishly, and replied, “Just trying to get a head start on my deductions.”

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up outside Fred Loya’s office, he overheard a strange voice whispering, ‘Insurance policies don’t cover that.’ Curious, the driver peeked inside and saw Mr. Loya frantically scribbling on a form while muttering, 'Not covered, not covered!' Turns out, his neighbor had just borrowed a cup of sugar—and forgot to mention it in the homeowners’ policy.