About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning in downtown Los Angeles, a delivery driver pulled up outside West Coast Trial Lawyers with something unusual in his truck. As he unloaded boxes, passersby noticed an old, dusty guitar case among them. Curious neighbors gathered around, wondering what treasure lay within. The delivery driver shrugged and said, 'Just another day at the office.' Turned out it was just an old guitar that belonged to one of the lawyers' kids, left behind during a move. Everyone had a good laugh—except maybe the kid who forgot to say goodbye.
2. At closing time one Friday, an associate yawned and stretched, muttering under his breath, ‘I’ll never understand why they call it “trial” lawyering when there’s nothing but settlement parties here.’ Just then, a delivery driver walked in, sweating profusely, and asked for water. The associate joked, ‘Another trial lawyer on break?’ The driver replied, panting, ‘No, I’m just trying to deliver these documents before my head explodes!’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing that maybe being a trial lawyer wasn’t so bad after all—just someone else’s headache.
3. At lunchtime on any given day, a regular sat down at his usual table, notebook open before him. Suddenly, every Wednesday without fail, a mysterious figure would appear from behind the curtains of the courtroom next door. The stranger would nod politely and whisper something into the ear of the regular, who always nodded back with a knowing smile. Finally, one curious Wednesday, the regular leaned over and said, ‘Hey, you’ve been here for months—what’s your secret?’ The stranger grinned and replied softly, ‘Just tellin’ tales to keep the judge on his toes.’
4. In the dimly lit hallway of West Coast Trial Lawyers, a janitor muttered to himself as he pushed his mop bucket. ‘I’ll bet they’ve won every case,’ he said with a smile, ‘because I always clean their courtrooms lucky.’ Just then, a delivery driver walked by and asked, 'Hey, do you know if Mr. Smith is in?' The janitor replied with a twinkle in his eye, 'He’s everywhere—just follow your nose!'