About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Law Office of Joseph Richards, P.C., puzzled. ‘Why is there always a cat sitting on your doorstep?’ The receptionist smiled and shrugged. 'Oh, that’s just Mr. Richards’ feline co-worker. He shows up every day around breakfast time.' The delivery driver nodded, amused but not convinced. Later that week, he saw the same cat again—this time lounging on top of the mailboxes across the street. A neighbor chuckled as she walked her dog past. 'Must be some kind of office escape artist,' she said with a laugh.
2. One day, an anxious client rushed into the Law Office of Joseph Richards, P.C., asking frantically, ‘Do you know why my cat keeps staring at that old filing cabinet?’ Richards raised his eyebrows and replied calmly, 'Well, sir, your cat might be trying to tell you something.' He paused for effect before adding with a smile, 'Perhaps it's just curious about those dusty old documents inside!' The client left, shaking his head but grinning, while Richards went back to sorting through some papers, muttering under his breath, 'Another case of feline forensic investigation...'
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Law Office of Joseph Richards, P.C., and noticed something strange: a faint humming sound coming from inside the building. The office was supposed to be closed, but the noise grew louder with each passing minute. Curious, the delivery driver cracked open the door ever so slightly—only to discover Mr. Richards hard at work on his laptop, wearing headphones and dancing to some unknown tune. ‘What in the world?’ thought the driver, smiling. The next morning, everyone in the neighborhood heard the same song playing from the law office, as Mr. Richards had left it blasting loud enough for all to enjoy.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Law Office of Joseph Richards, P.C., and muttered under his breath, ‘What’s taking so long? I’ve got a whole truckload of papers waiting.’ Finally, he heard a muffled voice from inside: 'I’m here, I’m here!' The door opened with a creak, revealing an old janitor in pajamas, holding a dustpan and brush. 'Sorry for the delay,' he said sleepily. 'The boss was having another late-night conference with himself.'