About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Coolidge Law Firm and noticed something peculiar in the backseat of his truck—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper. Curious but cautious, he left it there until lunchtime when another employee found it while tidying up. When they opened it, inside was just an old teddy bear wearing a tiny suit and holding a card that said ‘Welcome to our new client!’ Turns out, someone’s kid had mistakenly tagged along with the delivery guy. The whole office burst into laughter—now everyone knows not to take anything seriously unless it comes from Coolidge Law Firm.
2. One day, while leaving the Coolidge Law Firm, a regular heard an odd humming noise coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the glass door and saw no one—just the sound of buzzing that grew louder with each step closer. Finally, he noticed a small bee trapped in the glass door’s intricate design. The insect was frantically buzzing as it tried to escape, making everyone else hear its little song too. Relieved, our curious friend opened the door wide, letting the tiny musician free. Everyone laughed, realizing how easily they’d been fooled by a busy bee.
3. In the late afternoon, a young boy walking home from school passed by the Coolidge Law Firm. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, staring at the building with wide eyes. Inside, someone was practicing an unusual instrument, creating eerie yet catchy melodies that seemed to follow him down the street. The next day, everyone in town heard those same haunting yet charming tunes coming from the law firm. Turned out, it was just an old delivery driver humming while waiting for his package. The whole town laughed, realizing they’d been fooled by a simple tune—and now everyone knew not to panic when strange music came from unexpected places.
4. Late one night, a security guard patrolling the Coolidge Law Firm caught a strange glow coming from the basement. Curious but cautious, he approached slowly—only to discover rows upon rows of old typewriters, each softly tapping out ancient legal documents in perfect unison. As he watched, the guard heard faint laughter echoing up from below—a low, rumbling chuckle like an old man telling jokes while typing. Startled, he ran back upstairs and locked himself in his office until morning. Turns out it was just a delivery driver who’d left the radio on in the truck parked next to the building.