About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached the Law Office of Gregory P. Olson, he swore he heard a faint humming coming from inside the building. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—until he noticed a strange glow emanating from under the door. As he drew closer, he thought he saw an old man in a trench coat waving at him from behind the counter. Startled, the driver knocked over his bike, waking up the entire neighborhood. Turned out it was just an overly enthusiastic a neighbor delivering pies for Thanksgiving.
2. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached the Law Office of Gregory P., he heard an ominous voice whispering from inside: ‘Paperwork never sleeps.’ Curious, he peeked through the window and saw only empty desks and quiet hallways. Suddenly, a small piece of paper fell off an empty desk and landed on the floor with a dramatic rustle. The delivery driver picked it up—just a legal pad scribbled with the words: ‘Billable hours are eternal.’ He smiled, shook his head, and drove away, wondering if anyone had ever seen a lawyer actually sleeping.
3. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached the Law Office of Gregory P., he heard an odd announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention, all visitors and employees. Please be advised that our office is now open for business twenty-four hours a day.’ Curious, the delivery driver peeked inside through the glass door and saw only empty desks and silent computers. Suddenly, a voice from behind said, 'Welcome to our late-night special!' Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with Gregory P. Olson, wearing a bathrobe and holding a cup of coffee. 'Just testing out my new 24-hour office,' grinned Mr. Olson. The delivery driver nodded and left, shaking his head, thinking it was another quirky story from this town.
4. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached the Law Office of Gregory P., he heard an eerie humming coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw Gregory, the gruff old lawyer, humming along with his favorite jazz record while organizing papers. Startled by the noise, Gregory jumped and exclaimed, ‘Who dares disturb my late-night jam session?’ The delivery driver quickly explained himself, earning a hearty laugh and an invitation for coffee—turning what could’ve been spooky into a friendly neighborhood moment.