Law Firm of Jason R. Smith

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Law Firm of Jason R. Smith and asked himself aloud: ‘What if I leave my package here overnight? Will anyone notice?’ That night, when Mr. Smith returned home, he found his front door wide open. He looked around suspiciously but didn’t see anything amiss until he noticed a small note on his fridge: ‘Sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Smith. Your package is inside.’ The next day, everyone in the neighborhood joked that maybe Jason should start advertising his services as a burglar alarm!’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Law Firm of Jason R. Suddenly, he heard an eerie humming coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw Jason frantically trying to stuff papers into his briefcase while humming a tune from an old TV show. ‘What are you doing?’ asked the driver. Jason turned around, smiling sheepishly. ‘Oh, just preparing for my evening jog,’ he replied. The driver nodded, shook his head, and drove away, muttering something about strange lawyers.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Law Firm of Jason R. Suddenly, an eerie humming sound filled the air, growing louder with each passing moment. The door swung open, revealing Mr. Smith himself, yawning and rubbing his eyes. ‘What’s going on?’ he asked groggily. The delivery driver sheepishly handed over the package, apologizing for the late hour. Turns out it was just a misdelivered cake for a birthday party. Everyone laughed, including Jason, who joked, “At least now I know where all my clients’ desserts go!”

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Law Firm of Jason R. Smith. The security light illuminated an ominous sign on the door: ‘Closed for Legal Reasons.’ The delivery driver knocked gently and called out, ‘Anyone home?’ No answer. He shrugged and left the package under the sign, muttering something about strange lawyers. Later that week, a neighbor joked, ‘I heard they’re only open when you don’t need them.’