Deacy and Deacy LLP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Deacy & Deacy LLP with an unusual package. Curious neighbors gathered around as he unloaded something wrapped in old newspapers from the 1980s. As he unwrapped it, everyone gasped—it was an ancient typewriter, complete with dusty ribbons and faded manuals. Turned out, it belonged to an elderly client who thought it was her lucky charm. The whole office had a good laugh that day.

2. Late one night, a neighbor passing by Deacy & Deacy LLP noticed something peculiar coming from inside—a strange humming sound that seemed to sing along to every legal argument being made. Curious, the neighbor peered through the window and saw two lawyers deep in discussion, their heads bobbing up and down like they were conducting an invisible orchestra. Finally, one of them looked up and exclaimed, 'Damn, I wish our clients could hear this!' The neighbor smiled and walked away, leaving behind the sweet melody of late-night lawyering.

3. Late one night, a neighbor passing by Deacy & Deacy LLP caught an odd whiff of freshly brewed coffee wafting from the building. Curious, they peered inside through the window and saw a lone figure in a suit pacing back and forth, muttering something about ‘briefs’ and ‘depositions.’ Suddenly, the figure stopped, pulled out a notepad, and scribbled something down. The neighbor leaned closer, trying to catch a glimpse, when a familiar voice called out from behind: 'Hey, aren't you that guy delivering pizza?' Turning around, the suited figure was revealed to be just another delivery driver who had accidentally stumbled into the wrong office.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver struggled to fit a large box through the narrow door of Deacy & Deacy LLP. Finally managing to squeeze it in, he heard an old voice from inside: ‘Sonny, did you order another filing cabinet?’ A puzzled neighbor popped his head out of his office and asked, grinning, ‘Mate, next time maybe try our front entrance?’