Law Office of Deborah Nowell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Law Office of Deborah Nowell and noticed something odd on the sign: ‘Closed for Lunch.’ He laughed, thinking it must be a prank, but when he came back later, the sign read: ‘Closed for Lunch Again.’ Finally, after three days of ‘Closed for Lunch,’ a regular customer stopped in and asked Deborah why she never ate with them anymore. She smiled and said, ‘I’ve been eating lunch with my clients every day—just not here!’

2. One day, a delivery driver pulled up outside Law Office of Deborah Nowell and shouted, ‘Ms. Nowell, your package is here—just like you asked!’ But when he looked around, there was no one in sight. The delivery driver waited for a few seconds, then called out again: ‘Ms. Nowell? Hello?!’ Still nothing. Finally, he shrugged, smiled, and said, ‘Well, I guess she’s on another case.’ And walked away, leaving behind only a puzzled smile and an undelivered package.

3. One afternoon, an elderly gentleman walked into the Law Office of Deborah Nowell with a large box under his arm. As he approached the reception desk, he tripped over his own shoelace and tumbled headfirst into the lobby fountain. The receptionist, Deborah, rushed out, laughing heartily. 'Oh my goodness!' she exclaimed, helping him up. The old man dusted himself off, grinned sheepishly, and said, 'Just another day in the life of an elder, Ms. Nowell.' They both laughed, and soon enough, the mishap became one of the office's favorite stories.

4. One evening, a little girl followed her family into the Law Office of Deborah Nowell for a routine visit. As they approached the reception desk, she stopped abruptly, pointing at something on the wall. ‘Mommy,’ she whispered, ‘why does that clock keep ticking backwards?’ The mother looked up and saw nothing but a plain old-fashioned clock. She smiled gently, ‘Honey, it’s just an old clock. Sometimes clocks do funny things.’ The little girl nodded thoughtfully, then turned back to the receptionist with wide eyes. ‘Is Ms. Nowell here?’ she asked. ‘Yes, she is,’ replied the woman, smiling warmly. And as the family settled in, nobody mentioned the strange clock again—until years later when the delivery driver noticed it still moving backward every time he visited.