About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Adair M. Buckner’s office and noticed something odd—all the lights were on, but no cars were parked in front. ‘Isn’t it Saturday?’ he wondered aloud. Curious, he knocked on the door. No answer. So, deciding to be helpful, he went inside only to find Mr. Buckner hard at work, dressed in his pajamas, sipping coffee from his favorite mug. Turns out, it was just another quiet Saturday for him—a day to catch up on paperwork while avoiding the hustle of the city.
2. One day, an old lady walked into Adair M. Buckner’s office and asked the receptionist to announce over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that Mr. Buckner has just ordered two dozen donuts for our afternoon meeting.’ Soon enough, everyone in the building was buzzing with excitement. The donuts arrived, and soon Mr. Buckner's entire floor smelled like fresh glaze and coffee. As people gathered around the table, someone whispered, 'I wonder if next time he’ll order something healthier...' To which another replied, 'Nah, donuts are way more fun!' And thus, Adair M. Buckner became known as the donut lawyer, bringing joy and sweet treats to his colleagues every week.
3. One afternoon, a small dog scurried into Adair M. Buckner's office lobby, sniffing curiously around the reception desk. The receptionist looked down and smiled, but when she glanced back up, everyone in the waiting room had frozen mid-sentence. The receptionist blinked, then shook her head as if waking from a dream. Everyone resumed their conversations, oblivious to what just happened. Adair himself emerged from his office, scratching his head, ‘What on earth was that?’ he asked no one in particular, while the little dog trotted out through the door, its tail wagging merrily.
4. Early one foggy morning, a young intern arrived at Adair M. Buckner’s office, only to discover that her coffee had turned into solid ice in the thermos. As she shook it, the ice began melting, turning back into coffee—only now it was lukewarm and slightly bitter. Smiling sheepishly, Adair emerged from his office, saying, ‘Well, looks like your coffee decided to take a constitutional break.’ The young intern laughed, realizing it wasn’t the first—or last—oddity of working for Mr. Buckner.