About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, as coffee cups clinked and conversations buzzed in Mary E. Conn & Associates, an unfamiliar voice crackled over the intercom. ‘Ladies and gentlemen,’ it said gravely, ‘we have a new associate joining us today—Mr. Coffee.’ The room erupted into laughter, but soon settled down as Mr. Coffee took his place at the empty desk near the window. Overhead, a sign read 'Welcome, Mr. Coffee—Our Newest Associate.' The next day, a delivery driver asked curiously, 'Did you hire a real person or just another office gimmick?' A regular replied with a smile, 'We’ll know for sure when he makes his first motion.'
2. One day, while waiting for their paperwork, a regular noticed something odd on the reception desk—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper with no label or sender's name. Curiosity got the better of them, and they picked it up, only to discover that it contained nothing but an old envelope filled with tiny, perfectly folded pieces of paper—each one bearing a single word: ‘Free advice.’ A delivery driver happened upon the same box days later and decided to open it out of boredom. Inside was another note reading, 'Try again.' Eventually, everyone in town knew about the box, and soon enough, even Mary herself joined in the fun. When someone finally opened the last envelope, it simply said, 'You’ve won our lottery: free coffee forever!'
3. In the late afternoon, an eager law student arrived early for her first internship. As she adjusted her tie and smoothed down her hair, she noticed an old envelope taped under the door. She opened it curiously—only to discover a note scribbled in childish handwriting: ‘Dear Mary, I lost my homework again… can you please sign it?’ Inside was a crumpled paper with the words: “Law Degree Completed” written on it. The student burst out laughing and decided right then that working here would be way more fun than she expected.
4. In the quiet of a Monday morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Mary E. Conn & Associates with a routine package. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he spied something peculiar—a small wooden desk calendar, seemingly abandoned, nestled among the clutter. Curious, he picked it up and noticed an old photograph stuck inside—a smiling woman in a long skirt, holding what looked like a vintage briefcase. The calendar was marked for November 1987. As he pondered its significance, a voice behind him asked, 'Hey, did you find my lost time machine?' Turning around, he saw Mary E. Conn herself, leaning against her office doorframe, wearing a mischievous smile.