Offices of Thomas M. Haythe

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a young boy walked past the offices of Thomas M. Haythe on his way to school, he noticed something peculiar: every time a delivery truck pulled up, the dogs in the nearby park would start howling in unison. The more packages were delivered, the louder and longer they howled. Finally, one curious kid followed the sound and saw that each package had a tiny note attached: ‘Dear Doggos, sorry for the disturbance—have a treat!’ Turns out, an anonymous neighbor was secretly feeding them while making deliveries.

2. One day, an old man entered the Offices of Thomas M. Haythe and asked the receptionist for help with his mail. To everyone’s surprise, every envelope he opened contained only a single leaflet: ‘Lawyer Found Guilty of Joking Too Much.’ The receptionist shrugged and said, 'We’ll see what Mr. Haythe makes of it.' Later that afternoon, a delivery driver arrived with a package addressed to no one in particular. When they opened it, there was just another leaflet: 'Lawyer Found Guilty of Smiling Too Often'. The old man laughed so hard he spilled his tea, and everyone in the office joined him.

3. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to the Offices of Thomas M. Haythe with a package. ‘This place,’ he muttered, ‘is like a black hole for packages.’ As he approached the door, he noticed an old man watering plants in the lobby. 'Another day,' the man sighed, 'another mysterious package.' The delivery driver shrugged and left, muttering that maybe next time he'd try delivering it to himself.'

4. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to the Offices of Thomas M. Haythe with a large crate. As he unloaded it, he noticed something peculiar—a small wooden desk, complete with inkwell and quill pen, had mysteriously appeared inside. As the driver looked around, he saw an old gentleman in a tweed suit emerge from one of the offices, muttering about his ‘precious antique collection.’ Turns out, Mr. Haythe was an avid collector of vintage office furniture. The driver shrugged, figuring it was just another day in the life of Offices of Thomas M. Haythe—where even deliveries could be works of art.