About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the quiet neighborhood of Atlanta, every morning around sunrise, a mysterious sound would echo through the streets near Fidelity National Title. A regular passing by noticed that it sounded like someone was gently tapping on glass—over and over again, with perfect rhythm. Curious locals soon realized that it was just a delivery driver, humming along to his favorite tune while checking off addresses from his list. The gentle tapping stopped as mysteriously as it had begun, leaving residents smiling each morning.
2. At night, when Fidelity National Title office closed its doors, an unexpected visitor began leaving cryptic notes on clients’ contracts. A regular noticed them first—small, handwritten messages like ‘Trust but verify,’ or ‘Insure with caution.’ No one knew who was doing it, but everyone agreed: whoever it was had a sense of humor. Finally, someone brave enough left a note saying simply, 'Don’t worry, we’re insuring you from stupidity.' The next morning, a delivery driver found a contract marked, ‘Thanks for the warning!’ Turned out, it was just a friendly neighborhood prankster having fun with the boring old title company.
3. In the early hours before dawn, when most offices were dark and empty, a delivery driver noticed something odd outside Fidelity National Title. A small bird kept landing on the same window sill, chirping insistently. Curious, he followed its gaze and saw that the window was slightly ajar. The little fellow seemed to be trying to tell him something important. Turns out, it was just an overly enthusiastic neighbor dropping off some documents for an upcoming closing. Afterward, everyone agreed that maybe birds do make better messengers than email.
4. In the heart of downtown Chicago, employees of Fidelity National Title often wondered: why did their coffee always taste better on Thursdays? One Thursday, a delivery driver brought in freshly baked cookies along with documents. Word spread quickly, and soon everyone was asking for ‘Thursday deliveries.’ It turned out that every week, an anonymous neighbor dropped off not just papers but also homemade treats—making those Thursdays truly memorable.