About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dusk, when most law offices were quieting down, Michael J. Petro’s door opened wide. A delivery driver entered, carrying a large box wrapped in brown paper. He approached Mr. Petro's desk and whispered something no one could hear. Mr. Petro nodded solemly, took out his pocketknife, and deftly sliced through the tape. Inside was a package of freshly baked cookies from his neighbor across the street. ‘Just thought you might be working late,’ whispered the neighbor, peeking around the corner. The office filled with the sweet aroma, and everyone smiled as they realized that sometimes even lawyers get treats.’
2. Late one night, as Michael J. Petro’s office lights glowed brightly in the neighborhood, a delivery driver passing by noticed an unusual scent—a mix of freshly brewed coffee and something… sweet? Curious, he peered inside through the glass doors. Inside, he saw Mr. Petro diligently working on some documents while humming softly to himself. The delivery driver couldn’t help but smile, thinking maybe lawyers could be human after all. As he drove away, he waved goodbye with a friendly wave—leaving behind just another curious urban legend about Michael J. Petro’s secret hobby.
3. Late one night, as Michael J. Petro’s office lights glowed brightly in the neighborhood, a small dog hesitantly approached the building, sniffing curiously around the entrance. Finally finding courage, the little dog boldly walked up and knocked on the door. Startled, an exhausted-looking Michael J. Petro answered, yawned, then smiled warmly. ‘Hey there, furry friend,’ he said, scratching behind its ears. ‘You must be lost? Come on in for some water.’ The dog wagged its tail happily, settling down for an unexpected overnight stay.
4. Late one night, as Michael J. Petro’s office lights glowed brightly in the neighborhood, a delivery driver found himself lost in thought while waiting for the elevator. Suddenly, he heard an eerie voice whispering his name from behind. ‘Delivery for Mr. Petro,’” the driver said, turning around. But no one was there except for a stray cat meowing softly. The next morning, everyone in the building teased him about hearing a ghost—except it turned out that Mr. Petro had just ordered takeout too.