Larry W. Pearman Attorney and Counselor at Law

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a delivery driver pulled up outside Larry W. Pearman's office, he noticed something peculiar: a faint, haunting melody seemed to be coming from inside. Curious, he leaned closer—was it an old song on someone's phone? No one else appeared to hear it. As he peered through the window, he saw Mr. Pearman humming along, his glasses reflecting the sun in a comical way. Turns out, it was just an old tune from his favorite radio show. The delivery guy laughed it off, thinking maybe lawyers had their own secret musical language.

2. While walking past Larry W. Pearman's office one afternoon, a neighbor noticed an odd sound coming from inside—a faint, rhythmic tapping that seemed to be getting louder. Curious, she peered through the window and saw Larry rhythmically banging his head on the desk while muttering something about ‘damned briefs.’ Turned out he was just trying to remember where he parked his car. The neighbor laughed so hard she almost missed her own appointment.

3. While making coffee in the early morning, a secretary heard strange noises coming from Larry W. Pearman's office. Curious, she peeked inside and found Larry deep in conversation with an empty chair, arguing vehemently about some imaginary client’s case. ‘Damn deposition!’ he exclaimed, slamming his fist on the desk. The secretary giggled and went back to her coffee, realizing that maybe her boss was just… creative.

4. In the dead of night, a security guard patrolled Larry W. Pearman's office building when he heard a faint tapping sound coming from inside one of the empty suites. Curious, he approached the door and peered through the window. Inside, on the desk, sat an old typewriter, its keys gently tapping out an ancient legal brief. The guard laughed softly, realizing it was just an overactive machine. He turned to leave but stopped when he saw the typewriter pause, then slowly spell out in bold letters: ‘PLEASE DON’T CALL MY CLIENT.’