Akerlay Law, PLLC

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Akerlay Law, PLLC and noticed something peculiar on the backseat of his truck—a small wooden box wrapped in old newspaper. Curious, he brought it inside instead of tossing it out. Inside was an ancient-looking key with no label or markings. The curious delivery driver decided to keep the mysterious key as a souvenir. Months later, while cleaning his desk, he stumbled upon it again and thought, ‘Why not?’ He tried it in every door in the office—none fit. Finally, it opened the janitor’s closet. Turned out, the key belonged to an old janitor who had retired years ago, leaving behind some forgotten belongings. Everyone got a good laugh over coffee that day.

2. One day after school, little Sarah walked past Akerlay Law, PLLC and stopped dead in her tracks. The sign above the door kept changing colors—first red, then blue, then green—like some kind of magical neon lighthouse. Curious, she peered inside and saw a mailman reading a document with his tongue sticking out. ‘What’s going on?’ she asked. He replied, ‘I’m just signing my contract for eternal youth!’ Little Sarah giggled and ran off, never realizing that the sign was actually advertising a new will-writing service.’

3. Late one night, an anxious neighbor stood across from Akerlay Law, PLLC, peering through the darkened windows. Suddenly, the lights flickered on, illuminating not just the sign but also a life-sized cardboard cutout of a smiling lawyer waving goodbye. The neighbor blinked twice and whispered, ‘Finally, someone who knows how to say goodbye!’ Just then, the door opened with a creak, revealing only a dusty coatrack. Turning back, he saw the cardboard lawyer still waving cheerfully into the night. Shrugging, our anonymous neighbor muttered, “Well, that’s service with a smile.”

4. Late one night, a pizza delivery guy approached Akerlay Law, PLLC and froze mid-step. The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted out from behind the closed door, beckoning him like a siren's song. Finally gathering courage, he knocked on the door—and it opened to reveal an old man in slippers, holding a steaming cup. ‘Oh,’ said the attorney with a smile, ‘just the delivery guy I was waiting for.’