Eric M. Bittner

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, an anonymous delivery driver pulled up outside Eric M. Bittner’s law firm. The streetlights were dim, and only the neon sign illuminated the empty parking lot. As he got out of the truck, the driver heard faint laughter coming from inside the building. Curious, the driver followed the sound through deserted hallways until he found a small conference room lit by a single lamp. Inside sat Mr. Bittner, laughing softly while reading an old newspaper comic strip aloud to himself. ‘Hey,’ said the driver, clearing his throat. Bittner jumped, spilling coffee everywhere. ‘Oh my gosh, sorry!’ stammered the driver. ‘Just thought you might want some company.’

2. Late one night, an anonymous delivery driver pulled up outside Eric M. Bittner's law office. The neon sign flickered ominously as a small dog emerged from the shadows, its eyes fixed on something inside the building. The dog trotted towards the door, and to everyone’s surprise, it unlocked it with a tiny key hanging from its collar. Inside, they found Mr. Bittner hard at work, frantically typing away. ‘Just checking some documents for a client,’ he explained sheepishly. The delivery driver scratched his head and said, “Next time you order pizza, maybe try calling instead of sending your dog?”}

3. Late one night, when the streets of Chicago were quiet as a library, a delivery driver pulled up outside Eric M. Bittner’s law office. The neon sign flickered ominously in the darkness, and from inside came the sound of a piano playing something eerie. Curious, the delivery driver approached the door, only to hear the piano slow down and stop abruptly. Inside, a soft voice said, ‘Thank you for your patience.’ Turning around was a neighbor, practicing late at night. The driver laughed, realizing it had been just another quirky moment in the city.

4. Late one night, a curious poodle named Max started barking uncontrollably outside Eric M. Bittner’s law office building. The neighbors looked out their windows but saw nothing unusual—just the dog, frantically wagging its tail and pointing towards the entrance. Finally, an old man passing by noticed Max’s antics and approached the door. He peered inside, scratched his head, and announced, 'I think that dog is trying to tell us there's a free donut in here!' Sure enough, there was a note on the counter: 'Free doughnut for anyone who can calm down my barking friend.'