John Andrew Andy Anderson

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, as John Andrew Andy Anderson droned on about contracts and briefs, someone heard an odd announcement over the office intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, your future is calling—please pick up any missed calls.’ A delivery driver paused outside the window, yelling, 'Hey, Mr. Anderson! Your future's here!' Startled, John glanced up just in time to see his own reflection waving from a nearby billboard. He muttered, 'Great, now I’ve got my future on speed dial.'

2. One night, while John Andrew Andy Anderson was deep in legal papers, a soft humming began outside his window. At first, it sounded like an old piano being played far away, but soon everyone in the building could hear it. Curious, John went to investigate and found an elderly neighbor practicing scales on her violin. She apologized for the disturbance, saying she often practiced late at night. From that day on, whenever anyone heard the music, they smiled and knew it was just Mrs. Jenkins keeping them company—even if she did occasionally tune her instrument a little too loudly.

3. One day, while John Andrew Andy Anderson was poring over documents, an unexpected visitor arrived—a small bird chirping from behind the courtroom curtains. Curious, John peered around the curtain and saw a tiny head bobbing up and down. ‘What are you doing here?’ he asked gently. The bird looked back with big round eyes, then flew off, leaving behind a single feather that read: “Next hearing: never.” John smiled, shook his head, and went back to work—with slightly more open windows for future visitors.

4. One afternoon, as John Andrew Andy Anderson was leafing through old case files, someone whispered from behind him, ‘Mr. Anderson, you missed your cue.’ John spun around, but no one was there. Then he heard it again—this time, coming from his own voice mail. He checked—it was a message from his friend, reminding him of their weekly poker night. Mr. Anderson smiled and shook his head, muttering, ‘I always miss my cues.’