Nationwide Insurance - Barfield Insurance Agency

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the corner office of Barfield Insurance Agency, a regular noticed something peculiar one morning. Among the usual forms and brochures on the reception desk lay an old, dusty keyring with no obvious owner. Curious, he picked it up and found an odd assortment of keys—none matching any modern locks. Later that day, a delivery driver mentioned seeing a similar keyring in the janitor’s closet. Turns out, it was just an antique collection left behind by the previous owner. The regular laughed it off, shaking his head and muttering, ‘Another urban legend born today.’

2. At Barfield Insurance Agency, an odd announcement came over the intercom one morning: ‘Please note that our policy on umbrellas is now void during rainbows.’ A delivery driver, confused but game, asked if he could still claim for a wet umbrella. The agent replied with a straight face: 'Only if you can prove it’s not a rainbow.' A regular, hearing this, quipped, 'So I guess my lucky day just ended!' And everyone in the office burst out laughing—even though it was actually raining cats and dogs outside.

3. In the Nationwide Insurance lobby, a small dog named Max started behaving strangely whenever he approached the reception desk of Barfield Insurance Agency. One day, an old delivery driver came in and noticed Max’s antics. Curious, he asked the receptionist what was up with the dog. It turned out that every time someone from Barfield Agency mentioned ‘policy renewal,’ Max would start barking like mad. Since then, clients jokingly ask if their policies are due for renewal just to hear Max go nuts.

4. At dawn, when most people were still asleep, a delivery driver pulled up to Barfield Insurance Agency and found the front door wide open. He peered inside, expecting to see a note or maybe even a prank, but everything was eerily quiet. Inside, he discovered only an empty office and a coffee cup half-full of cold brew. Curious, he took a sip—only to realize it tasted suspiciously like his own morning blend. Turning around, he saw himself in the mirror behind the counter, grinning back with a familiar ‘good morning’.