About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Gary L. Morris' office building, puzzled by an odd glow coming from inside. As he approached the entrance, he heard faint laughter and whispers echoing down empty hallways. Curious, he followed the sound until he found himself outside Gary’s office door. Peering through the glass, he saw only an empty room with dim lights on. Suddenly, a voice boomed from behind him: ‘Delivery for Mr. Morris!’ Startled, the driver turned around—only to see Gary, wearing a wry smile and holding a pizza box. ‘Forgot I ordered,’ Gary shrugged. The driver shook his head, laughing softly and walked away, muttering something about strange lawyers.
2. Early in the morning, when most offices were still dark, a delivery driver pulled up to Gary L. Morris' law firm with an unusual package. As he approached the door, he noticed an oddly familiar shadow moving inside. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw Mr. Morris frantically trying to stuff some old newspapers into his briefcase. ‘What’s going on?’ asked the driver. With a sheepish smile, Gary replied, “Just cleaning up my desk before retirement—nothing important.’ The delivery guy nodded knowingly, thinking to himself, ‘Probably just another day at the office for ol’ Gary!’
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Gary L. Morris’ office building and noticed something odd—all the lights were on, but there wasn’t a sound inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw Gary dancing wildly in his empty office, singing along to an old vinyl record. The delivery driver knocked gently, and when Gary turned around, he was mid-swing with a big smile on his face. ‘Just practicing my courtroom moves,’ Gary explained, wiping some imaginary sweat off his brow. 'Thanks for not disturbing me!’
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Gary L. Morris' office building and noticed something peculiar on the loading dock—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper with no return address. Curious, he opened it to find inside only a note that read: ‘Dear Lawyer, I owe you an apology—my dog accidentally ate your contract.’ A regular laughed, shaking his head as he drove away, wondering what kind of client Gary had now.