R. Rich Myers

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the neon sign of R. Rich Myers Law Office flickered on, a young boy passing by would always stop and whisper, ‘Dad, why does that building glow like it’s laughing?’ One evening, an elderly delivery driver pulled up outside, looked up at the glowing sign, and muttered, 'I bet ol’ Mr. Myers is working late again—must be nice having a job where your office lights up like you’re having a good time!'

2. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to R. Rich Myers' office and called out, ‘Is anyone here? I can’t see my own truck!’ Inside, a soft voice replied, 'I'm here, but I'm not answering any questions today!' The delivery guy chuckled and said, 'Got it, Mr. Mystery Man.' He drove off, leaving behind only the fog and a faint smile on R. Rich Myers' face.

3. On a particularly quiet Sunday afternoon, when even lawyers take a break from their briefcases, an old man walked into R. Rich Myers’ empty office building. The old man shuffled around aimlessly until he found himself in front of a vending machine. With a smile, he pressed a button and out popped a can of soda—free of charge, as it turned out. Turning back, he saw R. Rich Myers casually leaning against his own doorframe with a twinkle in his eye. 'Thought you could use some refreshment,' said the lawyer with a wink. The old man laughed heartily and replied, ‘And I thought lawyers never took breaks!’

4. At lunchtime, when the streets around R. Rich Myers’ office buzzed with pedestrians, an old man in a tweed suit approached the building’s entrance. The old man hesitated for a moment, then cleared his throat and asked the doorman, ‘Excuse me, could you tell Mr. Myers that I’ve brought him some homemade cookies?’ The doorman raised an eyebrow but nodded politely. Later that afternoon, as R. Rich Myers was sipping tea, he smiled and said to no one in particular, ‘I wonder who our anonymous cookie deliverer is today.’