Joan Bundy Law

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Joan Bundy Law’s office and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside. Curious but cautious, he parked his truck and peered through the window. The lights were on, yet no one seemed to be there—until he caught sight of a faint glow emanating from beneath the closed door. As he approached the door, the hum grew louder, almost like a distant lawnmower. With a deep breath, he opened it—and found himself staring at a small lamp plugged into an old outlet, casting just enough light to make him jump. Turns out, Joan had left it on for ‘ambiance,’ as she liked to say when asked why her office sometimes looked haunted. A delivery driver never forgot that story.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Joan Bundy Law's office and asked the guard, ‘Is it true that if you get locked in here overnight, you'll wake up with the best legal advice ever?’ The guard shrugged and replied, 'I’ve never heard of such a thing.' Just then, a voice boomed from inside, ‘Hey, waiter! I’m stuck in here!’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it was just another late-night prank from a regular client.

3. Late one night, when the streets were empty and the city slept, a delivery driver pulled up to Joan Bundy Law’s office. The neon sign flickered ominously, casting eerie shadows on the darkened windows. The delivery driver knocked softly, but heard no answer. Curious, he peered inside through the window and saw only an old filing cabinet with its doors ajar. Suddenly, from within came a muffled voice: 'Hey, bring me that file marked “Mystery Clients”!' The delivery guy laughed, shook his head, and left, muttering under his breath, ‘Next time I’ll deliver to myself.’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Joan Bundy Law’s office. The neon sign flickered ominously as her dog, Spot, barked frantically from inside, pointing towards the truck with his tiny paw. The driver opened the back door and found only a crate filled with squirming kittens. Joan emerged from her office, rubbing sleep from her eyes, and said, ‘Spot, you little rascal! I told you not to order another shipment of felines!’