Leslie Wickham Jr. Attorney At Law

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet Monday morning in downtown Chicago when Leslie Wickham Jr.'s law office received its first unusual visitor. A delivery driver, breathless from running up three flights of stairs, knocked on the door with a package addressed to 'The Honourable Judge'. Opening the door, Mr. Wickham found himself facing not a judge but a confused pizza delivery guy holding a box labeled ‘Judge’s Delight.’ With a smile, he took the box and said, ‘Thank you, that’ll be cash or cheque!’

2. It was a slow Tuesday afternoon in downtown Boston when a delivery driver pulled up outside Leslie Wickham Jr.’s office building. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something odd: every time he bent down to grab another package, the reflection of himself in the glass door seemed to be reaching for something behind him. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he straightened up and turned around—only to see Mr. Wickham Jr., leaning against the wall with a bemused smile. ‘I thought you were having trouble,’ said the lawyer. The delivery driver sheepishly replied, ‘Well, it looked like someone else was helping out!’

3. It was a typical Thursday afternoon in downtown Houston when a delivery driver pulled up to Leslie Wickham Jr.’s office building. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something odd—an old, dusty briefcase lying next to the loading dock. He opened it curiously and found only an old photo of a smiling baby with a note reading: ‘To little Les, best wishes from Uncle Sam!’ Turned out it belonged to the janitor’s nephew who used to work here years ago. A regular ended up joking that maybe Leslie should start charging extra for finding long-lost relatives!’

4. It was another ordinary Friday afternoon in downtown Atlanta when a regular stopped by Leslie Wickham Jr.’s office and asked, ‘Do you ever get clients who show up wearing only socks?’ Leslie raised an eyebrow but smiled politely. 'Actually,' he replied, 'that’s happened more often than you'd believe. Usually they’re just confused.' A delivery driver from across the street chimed in, 'Or maybe they thought it was a sock-hop!' The regular laughed heartily, and everyone had a good laugh—even if no one knew quite what to make of it.