About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, an attorney named Alex was working late at Christian A. Schwaner's office when he heard strange noises coming from the hallway. Peering out cautiously, he saw a shadowy figure darting between desks—was it just his imagination, or did that person leave behind a mischievous note? Curious but cautious, Alex followed the trail of crumpled paper until he found himself in front of an old filing cabinet. Inside, amidst dusty folders, lay a handwritten note reading: 'Dear Mr. Schwaner, your coffee stains remind me of my own cases.' Turns out, it was only a friendly neighborhood barista delivering lattes after hours.
2. Late one night, an attorney named Alex was working late at Christian A. Schwaner's office when he heard a voice from behind him: ‘Hey, Mr. Lawyer, can you plead my case for free?’ Alex turned around and saw only an empty chair. Smiling to himself, he thought, 'Probably just another delivery driver.' But then he noticed a half-eaten donut on his desk. With a chuckle, he said, "Welcome to my world, anonymous client."}
3. Deep into the night, when most lawyers were dreaming of pleadings, a delivery driver pulled up to Christian A. Schwaner's office with a mysterious package. As he approached the door, he heard a voice from inside whispering, ‘Finally, someone who can defend my case—even if it’s just a parking ticket.’ The delivery driver opened the door cautiously, and in the dimly lit room sat an old teddy bear wearing a judge's robe. 'Just what I needed,' chuckled Schwaner, patting the bear affectionately. The next morning, everyone received a friendly letter: “Dear Neighbor, your recent infraction is hereby dismissed.”
4. Late one night, as the streets fell silent around him, a delivery driver pulled up outside the dimly lit office of Christian A. Schwaner, P.C. ‘Finally,’ he muttered, ‘the perfect place for a quick nap.’ Just then, a soft humming woke him. It was an old fax machine, churning out papers like it was solving world peace. Startled, the driver jumped to his feet, knocking over a pile of folders. 'Damn ghosts,' he muttered, dashing out into the night air.'