About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver asked his colleagues: ‘Did you hear about Fisher & Talwar’s office? It seems every time I drive past it, my car radio starts playing old Bollywood hits!’ A neighbor joked, 'Maybe their office is haunted by an old Bollywooder who loves to jam on our radios!' The delivery driver shook his head and smiled, 'Next time I'll bring earplugs—just in case it's a legal fee collection scam!'
2. At dawn, when most Angelenos were still dreaming of traffic jams, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar outside Fisher & Talwar’s office. A squirrel had taken up residence on their marble steps, confidently balancing nuts in its tiny paws. The delivery driver chuckled and took a photo, thinking it was the perfect caption for his morning social media post. Just then, an elderly neighbor walked by, stopped abruptly, and whispered, ‘I thought that was our new mascot!’ The squirrel didn’t seem to mind either way, happily munching away as if it owned the place.
3. At dawn, when most Angelenos were still dreaming of traffic jams, a delivery driver noticed an unusual sign on Fisher & Talwar’s door: ‘If your car is parked here for more than five minutes, it belongs to us.’ Curious, he left his truck there for six minutes—just long enough to grab a coffee. When he returned, a note was taped to his windshield: 'Welcome to our new parking lot!' From then on, whenever anyone saw Fisher & Talwar's office empty, they knew why—a neighbor had accidentally become their tenant.
4. At dawn, when most Angelenos were still dreaming of traffic jams, a delivery driver noticed an odd sound coming from Fisher & Talwar’s office building. It was like someone humming an old hymn while typing on a typewriter—eerie but somehow comforting. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only two lawyers hunched over ancient machines, their eyes glowing with concentration. They stopped abruptly, smiled sheepishly, and whispered something about ‘amicable settlements.’ The delivery driver shrugged, shook his head, and muttered, ‘Next time I’ll deliver packages during happy hour.’