About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the quiet corner of Squire Patton Boggs' reception area, something peculiar began happening one afternoon. A small potted plant started moving its leaves in perfect time with every footstep outside the window. Suddenly, a delivery driver knocked on the door, and when he entered, the plant stopped moving. Everyone stared at it curiously until the plant resumed its rhythmic swaying as soon as the man left. It turned out that the plant was simply keeping time with the footsteps of a regular neighbor who walked his dog past the office daily.
2. In the dimly lit hallway outside Squire Patton Boggs’ conference rooms, someone started leaving behind tiny origami cranes. At first, no one noticed—until they realized each bird had been made from different colored paper and seemed to appear overnight. Then, one morning, a delivery driver found a note attached to his package: ‘Dear Friend, I see you’re busy. Here’s your daily paper crane.’ From then on, everyone in the building brought their own color of paper, and soon enough, Squire Patton Boggs’ hallways were adorned with an entire flock of colorful birds—a friendly reminder that even law firms can use some whimsy.
3. In the late afternoon shadows of Squire Patton Boggs’ lobby, an odd humming sound began drifting from behind closed doors. No one could quite place its source, but it grew louder with each passing day. Finally, on a particularly noisy Friday afternoon, someone opened a door just a crack—and out popped a small, grumpy-looking parrot squawking, ‘Get off my desk!’ It turned out that a new intern had accidentally brought in a pet bird during lunch. Since then, everyone jokes that Squire Patton Boggs has its very own feathered associate.
4. In the shadowy corners of Squire Patton Boggs' library, a voice whispered late into the night. ‘I could use some help with my brief,’ it said, and no one ever saw who left. One evening, a delivery driver knocked on the door. ‘Anything for you, sir,’ he said, holding out a package wrapped in mysterious brown paper. Inside was an old pocket watch that chimed softly every time someone mentioned a legal term. The next day, everyone in the firm knew exactly what time it was—even if they didn’t know whose watch it was.’