Law Offices of James Scott Farrin

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Law Offices of James Scott Farrin with an unusual package. As he approached the reception desk, the secretary noticed something peculiar about the box’s label. Upon closer inspection, she saw that it was addressed to ‘James Scott Farrin, Esq., from a concerned citizen.’ Curious, she opened it carefully and found inside a cake decorated with tiny gavels and scales of justice. A note read: “Happy Birthday, Mr. Farrin! We hope you enjoy your sweet treat.” It turned out to be a prank from a friendly neighbor who knew his birthday was coming up.

2. At precisely noon every day, an anonymous voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Mr. Farrin, your lucky number for today is seven.’ No one knew who was making these cryptic announcements. One day, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘What’s so special about seven?’ Mr. Farrin smiled mysteriously and replied, ‘Just be glad you don’t work here on Fridays—today’s lucky number is thirteen!’ The intercom clicked again: ‘Ms. Wong, your lucky number for today…is seven.’

3. Have you ever noticed how quiet it gets around here after lunch? A regular once asked if the Law Offices of James Scott Farrin had some kind of post-lunch meditation session. A delivery driver once joked that maybe Mr. Farrin has a secret stash of cookies hidden somewhere in his office. After all, who else could explain why everyone suddenly becomes so talkative again right before leaving for the day?

4. One afternoon, as a young boy walked past the Law Offices of James Scott Farrin, he stopped mid-stride and pointed excitedly. His mother asked what had caught his eye, only to see that the usually stoic receptionist was now dancing in her chair, humming an unfamiliar tune. Just then, the mailman knocked on the door, completely oblivious to the spectacle inside. The receptionist froze mid-dance, hastily adjusted her glasses, and went back to her usual serious demeanor. As the boy giggled, his mom whispered, ‘Maybe she’s just having a good day.’