About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Crabtree, Carpenter & Connolly’s dimly lit parking lot, he swore he heard an eerie humming coming from inside the building. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—until he noticed the faint glow of old typewriters flickering on desks. Suddenly, one of the typewriters started tapping out an old Irish ballad. The delivery driver, thinking it was just his imagination playing tricks, decided to leave quickly. As he drove away, he overheard someone whispering ‘Next time, bring us some fish’ from behind the closed door.
2. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Crabtree, Carpenter & Connolly's dimly lit office building, he heard an ominous voice over the intercom: 'Please wait here until your legal issues are resolved.' The delivery driver looked around nervously but saw no one. After a moment, a friendly voice from behind said, ‘Hey, don’t worry—we’re just testing out our new automated receptionist.’ Relieved, the driver laughed and shook his head, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll bring cookies for the receptionist!’
3. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Crabtree, Carpenter & Connolly’s dimly lit parking lot, he noticed something peculiar in an empty shopping cart: a small, perfectly folded piece of paper with just two words scribbled on it—‘Free Advice.’ Curious, the driver picked up the note and read aloud: ‘Ask any question, get free advice!’ He smiled, thinking it was some prank. But then, his headlights caught movement inside—a shadowy figure waving frantically from behind the building. With a laugh, our hero asked, “Hey, do you know where I can park safely around here?” The voice replied, “Just pull into that alley over there.” And so ends another urban tale of Crabtree, Carpenter & Connolly, where late-night wisdom comes wrapped in mystery.
4. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Crabtree, Carpenter & Connolly’s dimly lit office building, he noticed an unusual glow coming from one of the upper floors. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old partner, Crabtree, hunched over his desk, frantically typing away while muttering something about ‘briefs due tomorrow.’ Turning around, Crabtree exclaimed, ‘Finally found you, old friend!’ Startled, the delivery guy asked what time it was—only to hear, ‘Nine o’clock? Time sure flies when you’re working on your closing arguments!’