Andrew M. Toft

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the dead of night, when Andrew M. Toft’s law firm was quiet as a tomb, a mysterious package arrived. The delivery driver shrugged and left it on the reception desk with a note: ‘Open only if you’re not afraid.’ Curious but cautious, the receptionist opened it carefully. Inside was just a card that read: 'Toft's office is closed tonight. Meet me for coffee tomorrow.' Turns out, it was just a prank from a regular who wanted to wish everyone a goodnight.

2. In the dead of night, when Andrew M. Toft's law firm was quiet as ever, a delivery driver noticed something odd. A sign taped to the front door read: 'Today is Wednesday? No, it's Thursday!' Curious, the driver knocked gently on the door. Inside, he heard muffled laughter and an old man in a suit emerged, scratching his head. ‘Oh dear,’ said the man, rubbing his eyes. ‘I must’ve dozed off again.’ The next day, everyone in town knew that Mr. Toft had accidentally scheduled his entire week for Wednesday.

3. In the dead of night, when Andrew M. Toft’s law firm was quiet as a mouse, someone started leaving mysterious notes in the empty conference room. The notes turned out to be invitations from an anonymous colleague suggesting late-night coffee breaks and impromptu brainstorming sessions. By morning, the once-empty conference room became the most buzzing place in the office—all thanks to some friendly pranks and good humor.

4. In the dead of night, when Andrew M. Toft’s law firm was quiet as a tomb, someone started leaving mysterious notes in the mailroom. Each note contained only one word—written in perfect cursive—and they always arrived exactly at midnight. Finally, after weeks of puzzling over those cryptic messages, an intern discovered that the notes were actually invitations to a secret midnight potluck hosted by a regular from the neighborhood. The firm now gathers every full moon for late-night snacks and friendly chats.