About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One night, as a regular walked into Cory Watson Attorneys’ office, he muttered under his breath, ‘I wonder if they can help me with my will… or maybe just keep it from getting lost?’ Just then, a delivery driver burst through the door, yelling, 'Hey, I’ve got your package!' The regular blinked and said, 'Wait, what package?' Turning around, everyone saw that the only thing in the room was an empty desk and a note on the wall: "Closed for renovations until further notice." The regular laughed and shook his head, muttering, 'Guess I'll have to find another place to lose my documents.'
2. In the quiet corner of Cory Watson Attorneys' waiting room, an old wooden box caught the eye of a passing delivery driver. Thinking it might be trash, he picked it up and placed it in the recycling bin outside. Later that week, another regular noticed something peculiar—a small brass plaque on the box read: 'Property of the State Bar Association.' A few days later, a concerned neighbor spotted the box being moved around town by a local recycler. Curious, she asked what it was, and the worker joked, ‘Probably just some old law firm’s evidence—you know, like those TV shows!’ Turned out, the box contained nothing more than old client files and coffee mugs.
3. In the dimly lit hallway outside Cory Watson Attorneys' offices, a delivery driver swore softly as he fumbled with his keys. ‘Damn it,’ he growled, 'I know I left them here last week.’ Finally, he heard a voice from behind him. ‘Delivery again, Mr. Watson?’ asked an elderly gentleman in a suit, leaning against the wall. The delivery driver turned around and smiled sheepishly. ‘Guess I’m not as forgetful as I thought!’ He unlocked the door, and they both entered the office together—neither realizing that the old man was actually Cory Watson’s neighbor who had been waiting for his own package.’
4. In the dusty backroom of Cory Watson Attorneys, a janitor discovered a mysterious envelope one morning. Curious, he opened it and found a single sheet of paper with just two words scribbled on it: ‘Free Pencil.’ The janitor shrugged and thought, 'What harm can a free pencil do?' So he took it home and gave it to his kid who was drawing on the wall. The next day, another note appeared: 'Free Eraser.' Turned out, someone in the office had a sense of humour—and a whole box of stationary they wanted rid of.