About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Transamerica's loading dock and noticed something odd—a soft humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious but not alarmed, he opened the door slowly... Inside, everything seemed normal until he saw an old man in a tweed suit dancing around with a stack of papers, singing softly to himself. 'Excuse me,' asked the confused driver, ‘are you okay?’ The man stopped, smiled warmly, and replied, “Just doing my daily exercise routine while waiting for the boss.” He then went back to his dance, leaving the driver standing there, grinning and shaking his head.
2. One day, an employee of Transamerica received an unusual message over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that our policy on umbrellas has changed. Now you may carry them indoors.’ Word quickly spread through the building, and soon everyone was walking around with their umbrellas open—even in the lobby and offices. A regular noticed a delivery driver struggling to navigate his truck while holding an umbrella and decided to help him out. They ended up standing under the same umbrella, laughing so hard they forgot about the rain altogether.
3. In the dead of night, a security guard patrolling Transamerica’s basement heard a strange humming sound. Curious, he followed it down a dimly lit corridor until he found a small room filled with ancient typewriters, all typing simultaneously—keys clicking in perfect harmony. As he watched, one old machine typed out, ‘We’re not open yet,’ while another added, ‘And you’re too early.’ Finally, an ancient IBM chimed in, ‘Try back during business hours!’ The guard laughed and left, shaking his head. To this day, locals say that if you visit Transamerica on Friday afternoons, you might catch the staff taking their weekly group selfie—on those same mysterious typewriters.
4. In the middle of a thunderstorm, a neighborhood kid knocked on Transamerica’s front door, asking for shelter from the rain. The door opened just a crack, revealing a stern-looking security guard. ‘What do you want?’ he asked gruffly. The boy replied, ‘Just need to wait out the storm, sir.’ A moment later, another voice called from inside: 'Let him in, Jerry—he looks like he could use some dry socks!'