About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Zawada Insurance Agency and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside. As he opened the door, the noise grew louder—a deep, almost mechanical whir that seemed out of place in the quiet office building. Curious, the driver peered inside and saw nothing but rows of desks and computers. Then, amidst the hum, he heard someone muttering ‘I’m just checking my emails.’ Turns out it was the office manager, who’d been there since dawn, lost in his own little world. The driver left with a smile, thinking maybe next time he should bring donuts for everyone.’
2. One day, an elderly gentleman walked into Zawada Insurance Agency and asked the receptionist, ‘Do you sell umbrellas?’ She replied, ‘No sir, we only insure things here.’ The old man nodded and left, muttering something about bad weather coverage. A few days later, a delivery driver came in, dripping wet from head to toe. He asked the receptionist, 'Can I get some rain insurance?' She smiled and said, 'We don't do that either, but here's a towel.' The driver laughed and left, shaking his head about strange requests.
3. On a stormy night, a power outage struck downtown Chicago, leaving most businesses dark and quiet. But inside Zawada Insurance Agency, something strange happened: the lights stayed on—bright as ever. Suddenly, an old man appeared from behind the counter, smiling warmly. 'Welcome,' he said cheerfully. 'We never close, even when everyone else does.' Turns out, Zawada Insurance had its own backup generator—and it was always running, just in case. The end result? A satisfied regular who thought he'd found a ghost town, but actually discovered a place that was open for business, bright as day.
4. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Zawada Insurance Agency and found something peculiar in the parking lot—a small wooden box wrapped in old brown paper. The delivery driver picked it up curiously, thinking maybe someone had forgotten it. Inside was an old letter addressed to ‘Dear Friend,’ along with a bag of freshly baked cookies. Turns out, it was just a friendly neighborhood prank from Mr. Zawada himself—his way of saying thanks for all the deliveries over the years.