Jorgensen, Brownell & Pepin, P.C.

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A few years ago, an old man walked into Jorgensen, Brownell & Pepin’s reception area with something unusual under his arm. The secretary noticed it first—a strange, dusty object wrapped in brown paper. ‘What on earth is that?’ she asked him. But before he could answer, everyone else saw it too: it looked like an ancient scroll, or maybe even a treasure map. As it turned out, the old man was just a regular delivering a century-old family heirloom—an antique quill pen. Everyone had such a good laugh that they decided to frame it and hang it in the lobby as a reminder never to take things too seriously. Now, whenever someone new comes in, they ask if that’s really a treasure map—and everyone smiles.

2. A delivery driver once complained to the receptionist at Jorgensen, Brownell & Pepin, P.C.: ‘Why do you guys always make me wait so long in your elevator?’ The receptionist replied, ‘Because our lawyers are too busy arguing with each other to press the button.’ Finally, an older gentleman approached the desk and asked, ‘Is it always like this?’ The receptionist smiled and said, ‘No sir, usually they just argue over who gets to use the private elevators!’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Jorgensen, Brownell & Pepin, P.C., and noticed something strange: from inside the building came the sound of someone humming ‘Yankee Doodle’ very off-key, over and over again. Curious, the driver approached the door, which was slightly ajar. Inside, in the dimly lit office, sat an old partner named Mr. Jorgensen, meticulously organizing his collection of antique pencils while softly singing ‘Yankee Doodle.’ The delivery driver couldn’t help but laugh, realizing that sometimes even the most serious law firm has its quirks.

4. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Jorgensen, Brownell & Pepin, P.C., and asked the receptionist with a straight face: ‘Do you guys ever get clients who show up in boxes?’ The receptionist looked puzzled for a moment, then burst out laughing. 'Oh, that’s Mr. Smith,' she said. 'He always shows up like that—boxes and all.' A regular indeed.