Cagle & Associates

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A regular walked into Cagle & Associates one morning with an unusual request. As he signed in, he casually mentioned that something strange had been happening around the building lately. As he spoke, a delivery driver arrived with a package for someone named Smith. The client looked up sharply and exclaimed, ‘That’s my name too!’ Turns out, everyone in the office was named Smith—even the dog. Since then, whenever anyone mentions anything odd happening near the building, they just smile and say, ‘Must be another Smith.’

2. A small boy ran into Cagle & Associates one afternoon, pointing excitedly at the ceiling and whispering, ‘Mommy, look! It’s dancing!’ Everyone in the office watched as a dust bunny began performing intricate pirouettes above their heads. The receptionist smiled and said, 'That’s just old Mr. Jenkins' hat,' pointing up towards an antique lampshade on the ceiling. The dust bunny continued its dance for another minute before lazily drifting away. Everyone went back to work, laughing softly, realizing that sometimes even lawyers can use a little magic.

3. One rainy night, as Cagle & Associates' lights glowed late into the evening, a delivery driver pulled up to the front door with a peculiar package marked ‘Top Secret’. The receptionist glanced curiously but opened it anyway—only to discover a soggy note reading: 'Dear Lawyers, I’ve brought you your first client of the stormy night.' Inside was an umbrella wrapped in plastic, accompanied by another note: 'Use me wisely.' The lawyers looked at each other, shrugged, and started using it for everything from shielding documents to keeping their shoes dry. It became a running joke around town that whenever it rained, Cagle & Associates’ office would be the only place where everyone had perfect hair.'

4. Late one autumn evening, as Cagle & Associates’ neon sign flickered invitingly, a delivery driver pulled up outside and got out of his truck. Something strange caught his eye—a faint humming sound coming from inside the building, like someone playing a distant piano tune. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old secretary diligently typing away while whistling a familiar melody. Startled by his presence, she turned around with a smile, revealing her headphones still on—oblivious to everything but her music. ‘Just my new favorite classical piece,’ she said cheerfully. The delivery man shook his head, grinned, and drove off, wondering if that was how lawyers really worked late nights.