About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was just another day in the quiet neighborhood when a delivery driver pulled up to S J Harris Law with an unusual package. As he approached the door, the receptionist asked him to wait—then noticed something peculiar on his face. The receptionist leaned closer and whispered, ‘You’ve got some sort of plant stuck to your cheek!’ The delivery driver looked puzzled until he felt it too—a tiny succulent, clearly from one of S.J. Harris’s famous office plants. Everyone burst out laughing, including the usually serious attorney, who joked, “Guess I’ll be watering my clients today!”
2. One afternoon, a little girl skipped down the street, her eyes fixed on the old sign above S J Harris Law. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks—her face lit up with curiosity as she pointed at something no one else could see. A delivery driver looked puzzled and asked, 'What’s so interesting there?' The girl smiled mysteriously and whispered, 'It’s a secret, but I can hear Mr. Harris whispering funny stories behind that door!' They both laughed, and from then on, whenever someone visited the law office, they’d catch snippets of jokes drifting out the window.
3. In the early morning, before anyone else stirred, a delivery driver pulled up outside S J Harris Law with a puzzled expression. The package he held seemed heavier than usual, and as he approached the door, he heard faint whispers from inside. As he opened the door, a sleepy receptionist yawned and said, ‘Morning, Mr. Delivery Guy. This is for Ms. Harris.’ The driver blinked—there was no one named Ms. Harris. Just an old coffee cup and a note that read: “Next time, try the café down the street.”
4. In the late afternoon, as Mr. Jenkins walked home from work, he heard an unusual voice calling out his name from across the street. ‘Mr. Jenkins,’ it said, ‘your briefcase is here!’ Startled, he looked up to see no one but noticed that indeed, his briefcase lay neatly placed on the doorstep of S J Harris Law. Smiling, Mr. Jenkins picked up his briefcase and turned around—only to bump into a delivery driver who apologized profusely for being too early. As they both laughed, a neighbor passing by commented, 'Must be nice having your own personal law firm!'