Foley

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Foley’s law firm, something strange started happening after hours. Every night, around midnight, a delivery driver would arrive with an envelope addressed to ‘The Next Client.’ No one knew whose it was or why they kept appearing. One day, the envelope contained a note: 'Dear Next Client, sorry for the inconvenience—we’re out of coffee.' Turns out, the mysterious deliveries were actually made by a well-meaning neighbor who thought the late-night meetings were important client discussions.

2. At Foley’s law firm, something unusual began occurring late one afternoon. As the elevator doors opened on the tenth floor, a faint humming sound could be heard—like someone softly whistling a familiar tune. The hum grew louder until it became clear—it was coming from an old gramophone in the corner office. A neighbor had mistakenly left it playing while leaving for lunch. By evening, everyone in the firm knew the song: ‘My Bonnie Lies Over The Ocean.’ The next day, the entire team sang along as they worked, and soon enough, Foley’s became known not just for its legal expertise but also for its weekly sing-alongs.

3. At Foley’s law firm, something peculiar began happening in the mailroom. One day, a young intern noticed that every envelope addressed to ‘Mr. Foley’ had a tiny footprint on it—left by no one. Soon enough, everyone in the office started noticing those little footprints. They led from the mailroom to Mr. Foley's desk, then vanished without a trace. Turns out, a regular delivery driver was leaving them as a joke—he claimed his dog loved Mr. Foley’s coffee more than he did.

4. At Foley’s law firm, something curious began happening early one morning. The coffee machine, usually quiet and unassuming, would suddenly start playing old jazz tunes just before dawn. One morning, a delivery driver arrived with a puzzled look on his face. ‘Why is there a trumpet in your box of donuts?’ he asked. A regular passing by chuckled, saying, 'That’s just Mr. Foley’s new office pet.' As the sun rose, the coffee machine played its final note, and everyone went back to work—except for one senior partner who now insisted on bringing his own thermos.