Law Office of Ronald W. Bourget

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the law firm’s parking lot—a small wooden carousel horse, its paint chipped and eyes glinting in the sun. No one claimed it, so he parked next to it and left. Over time, more horses appeared—some mismatched, some plain, but each with its own story. Soon enough, the whole neighborhood brought their kids over for rides. The law firm didn’t mind; they even installed a bench nearby for tired parents. Eventually, someone painted a big sign reading ‘Ronald W. Bourget’s Friendly Carousel.’ It became such a hit that the firm had to hire an extra secretary just to answer questions about when the next ride was scheduled.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to the Law Office of Ronald W. Bourget one afternoon with a box full of documents. As he approached the building, he noticed an odd sight: someone had left behind a large, brightly colored umbrella in the lobby. Curious, the delivery driver picked it up and opened the umbrella—only for it to unfold into a giant inflatable kangaroo that began hopping around the office, startling everyone inside. A few minutes later, a neighbor knocked on the door, asking if they’d seen his escaped balloon animal.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to the Law Office of Ronald W. Bourget one afternoon and noticed an unusual sight. ‘Hey,’ he called out to no one in particular, ‘looks like someone parked their car sideways—again.’ The delivery guy shook his head and continued on his way. Later that evening, a neighbor passing by saw something even stranger—a car parked perpendicularly outside the office, with a sign taped to its windshield reading: ‘Just waiting for my appointment.’

4. One day, after school let out early, a little girl skipped down the street and stopped in front of the Law Office of Ronald W. Bourget. She wrinkled her nose as she peered inside through the window, whispering to herself: ‘Why are there so many suits hanging from the ceiling?’ Inside, an old man with glasses looked up from his desk, adjusting his tie. 'Oh,' he said, 'just my collection of vintage ties.' The girl giggled and ran off, leaving behind a question mark on everyone's mind.