Ballards LLP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver noticed an old, dusty violin propped against the door of Ballard’s LLP. Curious, he picked it up and brought it inside. Since then, every Tuesday at precisely 3 PM, the office fills with the strains of unexpected classical music. As weeks went by, the mysterious musicianship became a highlight of life at Ballard’s LLP. One day, a new employee arrived late and asked what all the fuss was about. ‘Oh,’ said a regular, ‘that’s just our anonymous violinist. He shows up every Tuesday like clockwork.’ The newcomer nodded thoughtfully, then whispered to himself: ‘I wonder if he’ll ever show up on Wednesday?’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver parked outside Ballard’s LLP and noticed something odd: a small, glowing calculator sitting on the steps. Curious, he picked it up—only for the calculator to start beeping frantically in Russian. Confused, he showed it to his colleague inside, who laughed so hard he spilled tea everywhere. Turns out, it was just an old office gadget left behind by a regular.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver parked outside Ballard’s LLP and noticed something odd: ‘Who leaves their briefcase unlocked like that?’ he muttered, pointing at a desk in the window. Curious, he tiptoed inside and found an old gentleman dozing over his spreadsheets. ‘Accountants must work late,’ he thought, smiling. The next morning, the delivery guy bumped into the same neighbor buying pastries across the street. ‘What are you doing here so early?’ asked the accountant with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Just dropping off some numbers,’ replied the delivery man, blushing.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver parked outside Ballard’s LLP and noticed something odd: the building seemed eerily quiet, except for occasional tapping sounds coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man frantically tapping away on his calculator. ‘What are you doing?’ asked the driver. The man looked up, startled, and replied, “I’m just helping Mr. Ballard prepare his taxes—one tap per dollar!’