Freeway Insurance

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn one morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Freeway Insurance with something unusual in hand—a live pigeon. Nobody knew where it came from or why he brought it, but ever since then, strange things started happening around the office. From that day on, whenever someone opened their desk drawer, they might find not just pens and papers, but also little gifts like flowers, notes scribbled in odd handwriting, or even tiny boxes wrapped with colorful ribbons. It turned out the delivery driver was an artist who used his deliveries as an excuse to spread joy around the office. And so, Freeway Insurance became known less for its insurance policies than for its weekly surprise deliveries.

2. At closing time, an older gentleman walked into Freeway Insurance and asked the agent, ‘Do you cover roads that are already paid off?’ The agent smiled and replied, ‘No sir, I only insure roads for those who haven’t finished paying yet.’ The old man nodded knowingly and left, muttering something about ‘smart business sense.’ A few days later, a delivery driver stopped by to ask if they covered roads that were ‘too narrow for their truck,’ causing everyone in the office to laugh.

3. One day after school, a little girl ran into Freeway Insurance, startled by the sound of her own voice echoing through the empty lobby. As she looked around, everyone in the office seemed to be staring at her—even though no one was there. Confused but amused, she asked herself, ‘Who’s that little girl?’ Then she giggled and walked out, realizing it must’ve been her reflection in the polished counter. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned Freeway Insurance, they’d whisper, ‘Did you hear about the talking lobby?’

4. At midnight, a delivery driver approached Freeway Insurance, puzzled by the strange humming sound coming from inside. As he peered through the window, he saw an old man dancing around frantically, holding a calculator and muttering numbers. Turns out, it was just Mr. Johnson, a regular customer, practicing his newfound jitterbug moves after watching too many old movies on TV. The delivery driver chuckled, shook his head, and left with a smile—another night in the mysterious world of Freeway Insurance.