Littler Mendelson P.C.

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk in Little Mendelson P.C., when everyone else had gone home, a mysterious envelope appeared on the receptionist’s desk. It carried no return address and bore only one word: ‘Pro bono’. Inside was a note scribbled in pencil: 'Take any case you want.' The next morning, the whole office buzzed with excitement—everyone was picking cases out of the empty envelope like it was Christmas. Even the janitor claimed he’d found his dream client: an old teddy bear named Mr. Jurisprudence.'

2. In Littler Mendelson P.C., after hours when only the night janitor remained, a strange humming sound would occasionally echo through the empty halls. No one could identify its source or purpose, but it always seemed to originate from the same old filing cabinet in Partner’s Corner. One day, the janitor brought in his young son to show him around. The boy asked curiously, ‘Dad, what makes that funny noise?’ With a smile, the janitor replied, ‘Son, that’s just an old filing cabinet trying to tell us it needs some oil.’

3. At midnight, when even the city slept, a delivery driver pulled up to Littler Mendelson P.C. with an envelope marked ‘urgent’. As he approached the empty lobby, the elevator doors opened on their own, revealing a shadowy figure whispering cryptic words… The envelope contained a note scribbled in childish handwriting: 'Please help my goldfish!' Turned out it was from a neighbor whose fish tank had overflown during the night. The next morning, everyone at Littler Mendelson P.C. laughed so hard they almost missed their first client of the day—who happened to be a regular.

4. In Littler Mendelson P.C., late one afternoon, an intern discovered a peculiar package in the mailroom labeled ‘To Whom It May Concern.’ Curiosity got the better of her, and she opened it—only to find a stack of old newspapers wrapped around a small statue of a dancing bear. As she flipped through the papers, she stumbled upon an article from twenty years ago about a local festival. The statue was indeed a dancing bear, won by a regular as part of a raffle. Turned out, every now and then, someone from the neighborhood would deliver old clippings and trinkets anonymously, thinking they were sending them to some long-forgotten contest. Everyone at Littler Mendelson PC had a good laugh—and a new tradition was born.