Wright County Public Defender Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Wright County Public Defender Office. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something odd: the office lights were on, but no cars were parked in front. Curious, he approached the building and heard faint laughter coming from inside. As he peered through the window, he saw two figures—an old lawyer and a young intern—dancing awkwardly to some classical music. The delivery guy knocked gently, and when they opened the door, both were laughing so hard that they spilled their coffee everywhere. Turns out, it was just another late-night brainstorming session gone wrong.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Wright County Public Defender’s office. He noticed an unusual light flickering inside—a neon sign that read ‘Not Guilty’ seemed to be blinking on its own. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only empty desks and darkened rooms. Suddenly, a voice whispered from behind him, ‘Hey, are you lost?’ Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with a friendly-looking parrot perched on top of a filing cabinet. ‘I’m just here for my weekly visit,’ said the bird. The delivery driver left, shaking his head and smiling, wondering if maybe the public defender had hired a new mascot.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Wright County Public Defender's office and shouted into the darkness: ‘Hey, anyone home? I’ve got bail money!’ Inside, nobody answered, so he waited patiently in his truck. After a while, an old janitor appeared and asked what all the noise was about. The delivery guy explained, sheepishly, that he thought someone was inside. The janitor laughed and said, 'Only lawyers work here, and they’re all asleep.'

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Wright County Public Defender’s office. The baby in her car seat started crying hysterically as soon as she switched off the engine. The delivery driver looked around nervously, noticing an old man sitting on the bench across the street. ‘Hey,’ she whispered, ‘do you hear that?’ The man nodded and smiled gently, patting his own car seat. ‘That’s my dog barking,’ he said, ‘he always does when someone needs help.’