About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, an attorney named Alex was frantically working on a brief when he heard a strange noise coming from outside his office window. Peering out, he saw a delivery driver struggling with a package that kept sliding off his bike. Curious, Alex stepped outside and offered assistance. Turned out the package contained nothing more dangerous than a dozen donuts. The grateful delivery guy accepted one with a smile, explaining it was for his co-workers. As they chatted, a nearby neighbor popped their head out and asked if anyone wanted coffee—thus beginning a late-night office tradition of midnight doughnuts and friendly banter.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Bangerter Frazier Group and noticed something odd: a faint humming sound coming from inside the building, as if someone were playing a distant piano tune. Curious, he tiptoed closer and heard soft laughter echoing through the empty halls. Peering around a corner, he saw an old secretary diligently practicing her scales on an antique piano—oblivious to everything but her music. The next morning, she was nowhere to be found, replaced by a fresh cup of coffee and a note: ‘Thank you for keeping us company.’
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Bangerter Frazier Group and noticed something odd: every time he honked his horn, someone inside would yell back, ‘Wrong office!’ Finally, after hours of honking, the delivery driver saw an old man waving from another building across the street. ‘That’s us!’—the man shouted. The driver laughed, shook his head, and drove away, muttering, ‘Next time I’ll just leave it in their lap.’
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Bangerter Frazier Group and noticed a sign in the lobby reading ‘LITIGATION IN SESSION’—even though it was Sunday. The delivery driver knocked on the door, and an old man answered, rubbing his eyes. 'Delivery for Mr. Bangerter,' he said. The man yawned and replied, 'That’d be me, but I’m not here right now—I'm litigating.' With that, he went back inside, leaving the puzzled driver scratching his head. The next day, when the driver mentioned it to his neighbor, she just smiled and said, 'Oh, that’s just Mr. Bangerter—he does most of his work from home.'
