Pat Cunningham State Farm

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the loading dock—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper with no label or markings. As he picked it up, he overheard an old lady next to him whispering to her friend: ‘I told you Pat never throws anything away.’ Curious, the driver opened the box and found inside an ancient coffee thermos, half-buried in sawdust. He shook his head, thinking it odd, but shrugged and took it back to the office. Later that day, while making coffee for everyone, he discovered it was still warm—and had a note scribbled on its side: “For Pat’s best delivery guy.” Everyone laughed, realizing Pat had been saving it for someone special all along.

2. Late one night, an adjuster was reviewing claims in Pat Cunningham’s office when he heard a strange sound coming from outside. Peering out the window, he saw a familiar face—an elderly neighbor watering her garden with what appeared to be an oversized umbrella. Curious, the adjuster walked outside and asked if everything was alright. The neighbor smiled warmly, replying she was just testing her new ‘umbrella’ for a delivery driver who always got drenched on his way home. Turns out it was an innovative DIY sunshade made from old sheets and PVC pipes—a neighborhood hit ever since.

3. Late one night, an adjuster was going through old claims files in Pat Cunningham's office when he heard a strange noise outside. Curious, he peered out the window and saw a neighbor watering his lawn—with an umbrella. The adjuster scratched his head, puzzled. Just then, another neighbor walked by with a shopping bag on his head. Smiling sheepishly, Pat emerged from his office and explained, ‘Ah, those are our new neighbors. They’re still getting used to the weather.’

4. In Pat Cunningham State Farm, afternoons are usually quiet, but one day a curious child pointed and asked, ‘Dad, why is that lady talking to herself in the window?’ His father smiled and whispered back, ‘She’s not really talking to herself, son. She’s just saying nice things to our policyholders.’ The little boy nodded thoughtfully, then ran off to join his friends. And ever since then, whenever anyone noticed Mrs. Cunningham chatting away in her office window, they’d smile and say, “Must be another happy customer!”