Rebecca Egert - State Farm Insurance Agent

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk in the quiet town of Springfield, an unusual occurrence began to unfold outside Rebecca Egert’s State Farm office. Every night, just as the sun dipped below the horizon, a mysterious figure would appear—a tall shadow cast against the building's neon sign. One evening, a delivery driver noticed the silhouette and thought it was just another late-night worker. Approaching the office, he called out, ‘Hey, Ms. Egert!’ But no one answered—until the neon sign flickered, revealing a sleepy-looking cat stretching on top of the counter. The next morning, Rebecca found her new mascot perched proudly behind her desk.

2. At dawn one morning, an insurance agent named Rebecca Egert noticed something peculiar on her office bulletin board—a handwritten note reading ‘Your policy covers everything except bad luck.’ Curious, she kept it hidden from colleagues and clients alike. Later that day, a regular came in asking if his new umbrella counted as extra coverage against bad weather. Smiling slyly, Rebecca replied, 'It’s covered!' Turns out, the note was just someone's humorous prank—until everyone found out their policies actually did cover umbrellas.'

3. At lunchtime, while Rebecca Egert was diligently working her desk at State Farm, a delivery driver exclaimed, ‘Ma’am, your office is glowing!’ Rebecca quickly looked up and saw that her computer screen had indeed lit up like a Christmas tree—thanks to an accidentally opened promotional video. She laughed it off, explaining to the perplexed delivery guy that sometimes technology decides to celebrate for no reason. As she went back to work, a neighbor passing by commented, 'Looks like someone’s having a party in there!'

4. At lunchtime, while Rebecca Egert was diligently working her desk at State Farm, a mysterious package arrived with no return address. Curious, she opened it to discover nothing but an old postcard of a quaint town and a note reading: ‘Visit us someday.’ Later that day, a regular stopped by for his usual coffee and asked if she’d seen a strange delivery guy around. Turning to him, Rebecca smiled and said, “He left something behind—maybe you’ll get lucky next time!”}