Covington & Associates

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Covington & Associates with an urgent package. As he approached the door, he heard a faint voice whispering from inside: 'Take it slow, my friend...' Curious, the driver cracked open the door just enough for his head. Inside, in the dim light, sat an old man dozing off in a leather chair. Startled awake, the man yawned and said softly, ‘Oh, hello there. Did you hear me? I was just talking to myself.’ The delivery guy nodded politely and whispered back, ‘No sir, not a word.’ They both laughed, and that’s how the story of Covington & Associates’ late-night chats became legend around town.

2. At dawn, when most law firms were quiet, a delivery driver arrived at Covington & Associates with an unusual package. The receptionist, dozing off in her chair, watched as he walked briskly into the empty lobby. The package was wrapped in plain brown paper, and when the driver left, the receptionist curiously unwrapped it. Inside was a small bag of freshly baked cookies labeled ‘Welcome to Covington & Associates.’ A note read: ‘Hope you enjoy them—your new neighbors.’

3. In the early morning hours, a delivery driver approached Covington & Associates with something unusual in hand. Glancing around nervously, he whispered, ‘I think I found a client’s lost briefcase…’ The old receptionist, Mrs. Jenkins, peered over her glasses and said, 'Thank heavens, it's just another day at Covington & Associates!' She took the briefcase and asked, 'Who do you think it belongs to?' The delivery driver shrugged, 'A Mr. Smith, maybe?' With a knowing smile, she replied, 'Probably not. More like Mr. Jones from accounting—again.' And so, the briefcase was returned to its rightful owner, who promptly apologized for losing it yet again.

4. At midnight, when even lawyers sleep, a delivery truck pulled into Covington & Associates' loading dock. The driver's headlights illuminated not just the building but also a mysterious figure standing in the shadows. The shadowy figure turned out to be an old acquaintance—a neighbor who owed Covington some favors. He whispered, ‘I’ve got your next big case,’ and handed over a package. As the clock struck twelve, everyone burst out laughing when they saw what it was: a birthday cake for the partner’s kid.’