Jeffrey S. Berman

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the dimly lit corner of Jeffrey S. Berman’s law office, something peculiar began happening after hours. Late one night, a young boy passing by noticed that the blinds occasionally twitched as if someone inside were watching him intently. One evening, an exhausted pizza delivery driver knocked on Mr. Berman’s door, thinking it was his usual client’s house. To his surprise, he found himself face-to-face with an empty suit jacket hanging from a coatrack, which whispered, ‘Wrong address, my good man.’ The driver promptly left and never returned.

2. In the dimly lit corner of Jeffrey S. Berman’s law office, an old man sat with a stack of papers, muttering under his breath as he shuffled through them. Suddenly, every time he reached for a document, it seemed to slip into another pile—never quite where he left it. Finally, after what felt like hours, the old man looked up and asked a passing intern, ‘Did I ever tell you that story about the time I misplaced my briefcase in Moscow?’ The intern shook his head, confused. With a twinkle in his eye, Mr. Berman replied, ‘No? Well, maybe next week.’

3. In the dimly lit corner of Jeffrey S. Berman’s law office, someone started leaving mysterious notes on clients’ files: ‘You’ll never win this case… unless you pay for lunch.’ One day a delivery driver walked in and asked if he could leave his package with Mr. Berman. When no one answered, he left it on the desk with a note: 'Your next witness is late—lunch is served.' Everyone laughed so hard they almost forgot why they were there.

4. In the dead of night, when Jeffrey S. Berman's law office should have been quiet and empty, a faint humming sound began to echo through the hallways. The hum grew louder until it became a deep bass note, causing Jeffrey’s bookshelves to gently vibrate. Curious, he walked down the hallway and found that the source was an old-fashioned record player left behind by a previous tenant. On its turntable lay an ancient vinyl copy of ‘Take Five’ by Dave Brubeck. The music played softly in the background as Jeffrey smiled, realizing that his late-night visitor was just a neighborhood delivery driver enjoying some jazz while waiting for his truck to cool down.