Clark Farley Insurance

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another Monday morning at Clark Farley Insurance when a delivery driver arrived with an unusual package. As he approached the front desk, everyone noticed something odd: the box seemed to be glowing softly from within. As the curious employees gathered around, trying not to touch it, the glowing box suddenly opened—and out popped a live goldfish in a tiny aquarium. A delivery driver explained sheepishly that it must’ve been packed incorrectly. The fish became a minor sensation, and for weeks afterward, everyone at Clark Farley Insurance would occasionally stop their workday to feed ‘Clarkie’ some algae wafers.

2. ‘Hey, did you see that?’ said a regular one day as he pointed towards the window of Clark Farley Insurance. ‘What’s that guy doing with a box full of old newspapers and maps?’ A delivery driver shrugged. ‘He says it’s for some new marketing strategy,’ he laughed. A minute later, an elderly neighbor popped his head in the door, asking if they had any old umbrellas or brollies left. Turns out, Clark was just organizing his retirement hobbies—collecting vintage weather reports.’

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Clark Farley Insurance one afternoon with a package in hand. As he approached the door, an elderly gentleman emerged from inside, muttering something under his breath and waving a strange-looking device. The delivery driver watched curiously as the old man waved around what looked like an oversized remote control. ‘What on earth is that?’ he asked. The man glanced over, smiled warmly, and replied, “Oh, just my secret weapon against pesky wasps.” He then turned back to the door, pressing a button, and out came a tiny drone buzzing menacingly. The driver laughed and shook his head, thinking it was one of those oddball retiree hobbies—until he saw the swarm of wasps heading towards him.

4. A little girl visiting her grandma stopped by Clark Farley Insurance and asked her mom, ‘Why is that man talking to the wall like it’s an old friend?’ The mother smiled and whispered, ‘He’s just saying hello to Mr. Wallpaper.’ The little girl nodded knowingly, already used to the eccentricities of their local insurance agent.