Babb & Masters Attorneys at Law, LLC

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the quiet corner of Babb & Masters’ law office lobby, a regular noticed something peculiar one morning. Among the usual legal documents and forms on the receptionist’s desk lay an old, dusty violin case. Curious, the regular approached it and opened the case to find not a violin but an ancient-looking thermos filled with steaming coffee. Turned out, Mr. Babb had a secret habit of brewing his own special blend and sharing it with anyone who stopped by. The office soon became known for its free morning brew, and everyone started calling him ‘the Coffee Maestro.’

2. In the dimly lit hallway outside Babb & Masters’ offices, a small dog paused mid-trot and sniffed curiously at an old wooden door. Its owner called after it, but the pup just tilted its head, as if listening intently for something no one else could hear. Just then, the old door slowly creaked open, revealing a tiny terrier with a law book in its mouth. The pup trotted over, dropped the book at the feet of an astonished receptionist, and wagged its tail proudly before bounding back down the hall. ‘That’s our little lawyer,’ someone whispered. And from that day on, whenever there was a particularly tricky case, everyone knew who to ask—even if he did prefer taking afternoon naps under the desk.’

3. In the dusty archives room at Babb & Masters, a curious cat kept appearing out of nowhere, always padding towards the old filing cabinets and then vanishing just as mysteriously. One day, an exhausted delivery driver stumbled into the archives, muttering under his breath. The cat pounced onto his shoulders, causing him to drop boxes everywhere. As he scrambled around picking things up, the cat vanished once more—leaving behind only a note on the floor that read: ‘Next time, use the front door.’

4. At Babb & Masters' reception desk one morning, an anxious voice crackled over the intercom: 'Ms. Smith's parakeet is missing!' The receptionist smiled and replied calmly into her headset: ‘Don’t worry, sir—we’ll find that little featherbrain!’ Moments later, Ms. Smith’s husband walked in, holding their escaped parakeet by its leg. ‘Found him hiding behind the filing cabinet,’ he said sheepishly. Everyone laughed as the bird squawked indignantly.