Michael R. Nash, Attorney at Law

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while browsing through Michael R. Nash’s office supplies, a regular noticed something peculiar in the reception area—a strange old key chained to the coffee table. Curious, he picked it up and found an envelope inside with just one word scribbled on it: ‘Try.’ Intrigued, the man slipped the note into his pocket and decided to follow its advice. Later that day, as he was leaving the building, he saw a delivery driver struggling with his bike. The regular quickly unlocked the mysterious key from his jacket and offered help. Turns out, it was just an old janitor’s key for the basement storage room—nothing special. But the two ended up having a great chat over coffee, discovering they lived near each other and had much in common.

2. Early one foggy morning, as the sun struggled to break through the city haze, a delivery driver pulled up outside Michael R. Nash’s law firm. Unused to such an eerie start to his day, he found himself staring at the building’s ominous silhouette, wondering if it had always looked so sinister. Just then, a neighbor walked by and asked if everything was okay. The delivery guy nervously replied, ‘No, I’m just delivering some papers to Mr. Nash’s office—nothing unusual.’ As they spoke, a small bird flew into the open window of the law firm, causing both men to jump back in surprise. The neighbor laughed and said, “Maybe you should deliver that paper on behalf of Mr. Nash too!” And with that, they both shared a good laugh before parting ways.

3. A delivery driver pulled up outside Michael R. Nash’s law firm one afternoon and exclaimed, ‘I’ve seen stranger things in here than on late-night TV!’ The delivery driver looked around nervously and whispered, 'And I thought your office was bad—what’s with that statue of a talking dog?' Nash smiled and replied, 'Oh, that's just my client from last week. He’s been known to make unusual appearances.' The driver shook his head and muttered under his breath, 'Next time I'll order online...'

4. One day, after school, a curious child walked past Michael R. Nash’s law firm. Suddenly, the door creaked open on its own, startling the boy. Inside, he heard the sound of papers rustling, though no one seemed to be there. Curious, the boy peered inside and saw only empty desks and quiet rooms. Then, from behind him, came a deep voice: ‘What are you doing here?’ Startled, the boy spun around—only to see an old janitor mopping the floor. The boy explained his adventure, and the janitor laughed heartily. ‘That’s just Mr. Nash’s office,’ he said. ‘He never cleans it himself.’