O'Sullivan Law

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached O’Sullivan Law with their truck humming softly, they noticed an eerie sound coming from inside—a rhythmic tapping that seemed to match the beat of their engine. Curious but cautious, they parked and peered through the window, only to see nothing out of place. Finally, the delivery driver saw it—an old man in a tweed suit, tapping away on a vintage typewriter, his glasses reflecting the neon sign outside. ‘That’s odd,’ thought the driver, ‘I’ve never seen anyone work so late.’ The next morning, everyone in town knew why O’Sullivan Law was always open twenty-four/seven—they were writing the world’s longest memo!’

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached O’Sullivan Law with their truck humming, they noticed an odd sight: a regular leaning against the building, muttering, ‘I’ll never sign that paper!’ As the driver got closer, the figure straightened up and said, 'Damn it, I forgot my pen!' Turns out, it was just a neighbor who needed to sign some documents for his new house. Everyone had a good laugh, and the delivery went smoothly—except maybe for the papers, which were now signed in marker.

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached O’Sullivan Law with their truck humming, they noticed an eerie whistling sound coming from inside the building. Curious but cautious, the driver peered through the window and saw a shadowy figure whispering into empty air. Curiosity getting the better of them, the driver knocked gently on the door. The shadowy figure turned around, startled, revealing only a small dog wearing a suit and holding a briefcase. ‘Just practicing my closing arguments,’ it barked cheerfully before bounding off into the night. The next day, everyone in town received a friendly note from O’Sullivan Law: “We’re hiring!”

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached O’Sullivan Law with their truck humming, they noticed an unusual glow coming from the office window. Curious, the driver peered through the glass and saw only a silhouette hunched over a laptop, typing furiously. Suddenly, the figure stood up, stretched, and announced, ‘Damn, I forgot to bill that!’ The delivery driver smiled and shook their head, thinking, ‘Next time, maybe they’ll hire someone who sleeps.’