David Bunn & Co Solicitors

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog, when most lawyers were still dreaming of briefcases full of money, a delivery driver pulled up to David Bunn & Co Solicitors with an unusual package. The label read simply: ‘For Mr. Bunn, from an old client.’ As the driver approached the door, he heard a faint voice from inside: 'Finally! My coffee break is over!' Mr. Bunn opened the door wearing his bathrobe and slippers, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Unwrapping the package, he found within it a freshly baked pie and a note saying: "Enjoy your breakfast, Mr. Bunn—from someone who appreciates your work!"

2. In the dimly lit hallway outside David Bunn & Co’s offices, a mysterious voice began echoing over the intercom one stormy night. ‘Attention, esteemed colleagues,’ it said in a deep, resonant tone. ‘Your legal documents are now waterproof.’ A puzzled receptionist approached the intercom. 'Excuse me,' she replied hesitantly, 'but how exactly do you make a document waterproof?' A quiet chuckle followed her question. 'Simply sign here,' came the reply, and with that, the voice faded into silence. Since then, whenever someone signs a contract at David Bunn & Co, they receive a small bottle of waterproofing spray as a joke.'

3. In the late afternoon shadows, when the city quietened down, a delivery driver approached David Bunn & Co's entrance with an unusual package. As he unlocked the door, a strange scent wafted through the air—something between old books and freshly brewed coffee. Curious, one of the clerks peered inside the box and found only a small card reading 'Welcome to our new colleague!' Turns out it was just a welcoming gift from a friendly neighbor—a crate of freshly roasted beans for their notoriously bad office coffee.

4. In the late afternoon shadows, when the city quietened down, a delivery driver noticed an odd package left in the loading bay. Curious, he picked it up and found inside a dusty old briefcase with no nameplate. Opening the case, he discovered nothing but an old envelope addressed to ‘The One Who Finds This.’ Inside was a note scribbled in pencil: “Dear Friend, I hope you enjoy my favorite pen.” Turning around, he saw David Bunn, the friendly solicitor from across the street, waving cheerfully and saying, ‘Just wanted to make sure you got my gift!’