About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One night, after closing hours, a delivery driver parked outside Dailey Law Center P.C. and noticed something peculiar—a stray cat seemed fixated on an old filing cabinet in the dimly lit alleyway. Curious, the driver approached only to see the cat’s tail twitching towards a faint glow coming from within. As the driver peered closer, he saw that the filing cabinet was glowing softly with an eerie green light. Startled, he called out, ‘Hey, you little furball, what are you doing?’ The cat yawned, stretched, then sauntered away, leaving behind a piece of paper stuck to the cabinet. Written on it were the words: “Free consultation tomorrow—just ask for Mr. Whiskers.”
2. In the early morning, before anyone else stirred in the quiet neighborhood, a neighbor heard an odd sound coming from Dailey Law Center P.C.: the soft hum of an old typewriter. Curious, the neighbor peeked inside and found an elderly gentleman typing away diligently. Turns out he was just preparing his clients’ tax returns for the upcoming season. With a smile, he said, ‘Just another day at the office—except I’m here way too early!’
3. Late one afternoon, as a delivery driver pulled up to Dailey Law Center P.C., he noticed something peculiar coming from inside—a strange humming sound, like someone was practicing scales on an invisible piano. Curious, the driver peered through the window and saw only empty desks and quiet hallways. Then, out of nowhere, a voice whispered, 'Sharp note… flat note…' Suddenly, a cat appeared, playing with a dust bunny that looked suspiciously like a tiny violin. The delivery guy burst into laughter, realizing it was just another day at Dailey Law Center—where even the cats were lawyers-in-training.
4. Late one afternoon, as a delivery driver pulled up to Dailey Law Center P.C., he noticed something unusual—an old briefcase, half-hidden under the bench near the entrance. Curious, he picked it up and opened it, only to find an ancient law textbook from the 1950s. Who left this here, and why? As he flipped through the pages, he found an old note scribbled in pencil: 'To whomever finds this: please return it to Mr. Jenkins, Room 308.' The delivery driver shrugged, smiled, and decided to keep the book himself—it was way cooler than any package he’d ever delivered. A week later, someone from the firm asked if anyone had seen their missing textbook. ‘Nope,’ said our hero with a twinkle in his eye, ‘but I bet ol’ Mr. Jenkins is enjoying some good reads these days.’