About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a little boy walked into the State Farm office and asked the receptionist if she had seen any strange animals outside lately. She looked out the window and saw nothing unusual. But then, glancing down, she noticed her own reflection in the polished floor—only it wasn’t quite herself. The receptionist smiled and said, ‘Oh no, that’s just our new security guard, Mr. Mirror-Man.’ The boy nodded thoughtfully and left. Later that day, while delivering papers, a neighborhood man remarked to the mailman, ‘Did you see that kid who keeps asking about your “strange animals”?’ To which the mailman replied, ‘No, but I did notice an odd-looking guy staring at his reflection all morning!’
2. A regular stopped by after work one day and noticed something odd in the parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper with no label or return address. Curious, he picked it up and carried it inside, wondering what strange package could be left for an insurance agency. As he opened the box, a small robot emerged, chirping cheerfully and saying, 'Hi, I'm here to help you save on your premiums!' Turned out it was a promotional gadget from another company trying to get attention. Everyone had a good laugh—except maybe State Farm's PR team.
3. One afternoon, an old delivery driver pulled up to the State Farm parking lot and remarked to himself, 'I swear I saw that same blue van here last week.' As he parked next to a familiar blue van, he muttered, ‘Coincidence? I think not!’ Just then, the van’s door opened, and out stepped another delivery driver with a big smile: ‘Hey, remember me? We deliver the same stuff every day.’ The old man laughed, realizing it was just his own memory playing tricks on him.
4. One foggy night, a neighbor driving home heard a strange humming coming from the State Farm building. Curious, he parked nearby and peered through the mist. The lights were on, but no one seemed to be inside. Suddenly, an old man in a tweed jacket appeared from behind the door, waving cheerfully. ‘Hello there!’ he called out. ‘State Farm’s still open—just me here tonight.’ The neighbor blinked into the fog, then laughed. ‘I thought you guys never closed,’ he said. The old man smiled broadly. ‘Never do,’ he replied, ‘but sometimes we take a break for tea.’