Philip J. Fulton Law Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Philip J. Fulton Law Office and noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside. It wasn’t like any law office he’d ever seen before. Curious, he peered through the window and saw Mr. Fulton dancing around his desk, humming along to some old jazz record. ‘What on earth is going on here?’ thought the delivery driver. Turns out, it was just another late-night jam session in the quiet neighborhood—Mr. Fulton’s secret passion.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Philip J. Fulton Law Office. As he stepped out of his truck, he heard a voice whispering from inside the building: 'Take that briefcase, but leave my client's file.' The delivery driver ignored it and went in. Moments later, he emerged with a big smile, holding only an empty briefcase. Turning around, he saw an old man waving from behind the curtains, whispering, ‘Thanks for not taking my will!’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Philip J. Fulton Law Office. The air was heavy with the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting from an open window above. The driver knocked on the door, but no one answered. Curious, he peered inside through the window and saw only empty desks and dusty files. Suddenly, a voice boomed from behind him: 'Delivery for Mr. Fulton!' Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with a gruff-looking neighbor who had just returned home late. ‘Oh,’ said the neighbor, scratching his head, ‘must be someone else’s office.’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Philip J. Fulton Law Office. As he stepped out of the truck, he noticed an old clock on the wall seemed to be counting down from midnight. Curious, he peered inside and saw Mr. Fulton deep in thought, muttering something about ‘briefs’ and ‘depositions.’ The clock ticked down to zero—just as the door opened with a creak, revealing a sleepy neighbor asking for his mail. Turning around, Mr. Fulton smiled sheepishly: ‘Oh, hello there! Just working late, you know how it is.’