Lambert Reitman and Abney

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another quiet afternoon in downtown Chicago when a delivery driver pulled up outside Lambert Reitman & Abney law firm. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed an old man sitting on the steps, humming softly to himself. As the delivery driver approached curiously, the old man looked up with twinkling eyes and said, 'Just waiting for my friend, Mr. Reitman.' The driver laughed and nodded, thinking nothing of it—until he saw the old man pull out a harmonica from his pocket and start playing along with his hum. Turns out, they were both fans of the same jazz band from college days.

2. In the dimly lit hallway of Lambert Reitman & Abney, a young associate muttered under his breath one morning: ‘I’m pretty sure that filing cabinet has been following me.’ His colleagues just shook their heads, thinking he’d had too much coffee again. Later that day, while sorting through old documents, someone found an ancient memo addressed to ‘Mr. Abney’ with a doodle of a ghostly figure holding a briefcase. The young associate grinned sheepishly, realizing it was probably just an overactive imagination—until another colleague quipped, “At least now you know why everyone calls him ‘Scary Lawyer’ behind his back.”

3. In the late hours of an ordinary night, a delivery driver carefully navigated the narrow hallways of Lambert Reitman & Abney. Suddenly, he heard a soft thud from behind the closed door of one of the offices. Curious but cautious, he peered through the crack in the door. Inside, an old lamp flickered dimly on his colleague’s desk, casting eerie shadows across the walls. Startled by the sudden movement, a neighbor’s cat leaped onto the desk, startling everyone—including the delivery driver, who promptly dropped a box of confidential documents. The ensuing chaos was enough to make even the most serious lawyer laugh.

4. Late one Friday afternoon, as lawyers hurried out of Lambert Reitman & Abney, a voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, could Mr. Smith please report to reception? And don’t forget your briefcases!’ A delivery driver appeared at the desk, holding a large package. 'Mr. Smith?' he asked with a smile. The receptionist nodded, and the driver whispered conspiratorially, 'Just deliverin' some confidential documents.' As the driver left, everyone burst into laughter—except for poor Mr. Smith, who was still waiting in the elevator.