Farmers Insurance - Perry Bagwell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while waiting for his policy renewal, a regular noticed something peculiar in the Farmers Insurance lobby—a small, handwritten sign on the counter reading ‘Free Coffee for Life if You Can Solve This Puzzle.’ Curious neighbors and even a delivery driver joined him, trying to decipher the riddle. Finally, an old retired math teacher suggested: 'Multiply the number of letters in each word of "Perry Bagwell"!' The group did it: P-E-R-R-Y (5×5=25), B-A-G-W-E-L-L (8×8=64). Total: 89! The sign read: 'Answer is 89—free coffee forever!' Everyone cheered, except the insurance agent who muttered, 'Now how am I supposed to sell policies?'

2. In the quiet corner of Farmers Insurance, an ordinary man was browsing through the freebies on the reception desk. Suddenly, he picked up what looked like a regular brochure—but when he opened it, there was a strange note scribbled inside. As he flipped through the pages, he stumbled upon a handwritten message: 'Dear customer, if you ever get lost in our office, just ask for Perry—no last name needed!' The man chuckled and pocketed the brochure, never realizing that Perry Bagwell was actually the friendly janitor who always waved hello.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to the Farmers Insurance office one afternoon, puzzled by the strange sound coming from inside. As he approached the door, he heard a familiar voice saying, 'I’ll take that as a yes!' Curious, the driver cracked open the door and peered inside. There stood an old gentleman in a suit, holding a pen and smiling warmly. ‘Just signing some papers for our new client,’ he explained. The driver relaxed and shook his hand, thinking it was just another day at Farmers Insurance—where even the signings were a little unusual.

4. In the dimly lit hallway of Farmers Insurance, a regular paused mid-browse when he heard a faint humming sound. It grew louder with each step, like someone whistling a tune you couldn’t quite place. The humming got closer until it became clear—it was coming from an old radio in the corner, tuned to some obscure country station. A delivery driver stopped to listen, smiling as he recognized ‘Perry’s Place’ playing softly. Turns out, every now and then, the ghost of Perry Bagwell would turn on his favorite song before heading home for lunch. Nobody knew why, but everyone agreed it made their day brighter.