Lloyd D. Cohen

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Lloyd D. Cohen’s law office usually hummed with quiet activity, an old man began appearing on the steps outside. He carried no briefcase or laptop, just a battered hat and a smile that never seemed to fade. One morning, as Lloyd was preparing his coffee, he noticed the old man had brought along a thermos. With each cup, their conversations grew friendlier until one day, the old man revealed he was simply delivering fresh brew from the local café down the street. Since then, every morning, they shared stories over coffee—until even the most skeptical neighbors joined in, making Lloyd’s law office a cozy gathering place for gossip and good cheer.

2. At dawn, when Lloyd D. Cohen’s law office usually hummed with quiet activity, an unusual message crackled over the intercom: ‘Mr. Cohen, your coffee is protesting its treatment and has filed a formal complaint.’ Mr. Cohen frowned, but then smiled as he picked up his coffee and whispered soothingly, 'It’s just a rough patch, old friend.' A passing delivery driver overheard him and muttered, ‘Must be one helluva case.’

3. At dawn, when Lloyd D. Cohen’s law office usually hummed with quiet activity, a delivery driver asked curiously: ‘Mr. Cohen, why does your coffee machine always brew just one cup?’ With a twinkle in his eye, Mr. Cohen replied, 'Young man, that’s because I’m brewing it for my ghostly colleague who arrives precisely at six-thirty.' The delivery driver nodded wisely and left, never mentioning the strange conversation again.

4. At dawn, when Lloyd D. Cohen's law office usually hummed with quiet activity, a delivery driver struggled to open the heavy door, leaving behind him a trail of crumpled boxes and confused looks from passersby. Finally managing to push through, he found himself facing an empty room filled only with dusty files and old coffee cups. A note on the desk read: ‘Out for morning run—back in an hour.’ The delivery driver shrugged, left his packages, and went off to look for Mr. Cohen’s neighbor, who had just received another mysterious package.’