About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the dimly lit hallway of Mark A. Alexander, P.C., a regular noticed something peculiar one morning. In the recycling bin, nestled among old documents and discarded papers, lay an ancient-looking compass. No one could recall its presence before. As days passed, more odd items appeared in the bin—a rusty key, a weathered coin, even a tiny toy car. Eventually, someone joked that Mr. Alexander must be an avid collector of lost treasures. One afternoon, a delivery driver found a vintage postcard with a mysterious message: ‘To the finder: seek not what you cannot keep.’ From then on, everyone who worked there started leaving small tokens of their own—just for fun.
2. In the quiet hallway of Mark A. Alexander, P.C., a delivery driver paused mid-step when he saw a note taped to the door: ‘Today’s winner gets a free consultation!’ The delivery driver scratched his head and whispered, ‘Free consultation? I could use some advice on where to eat lunch today.’ He tore off the note and walked in, only to find Mr. Alexander deep in conversation with a client over a cup of tea. The lawyer smiled warmly and said, ‘Welcome! Today is your lucky day—you get two consultations!’
3. In the late afternoon sunshine, a delivery driver paused mid-step as he approached Mark A. Alexander, P.C. The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the open door, mingling with the scent of old books and legal forms. Curious, he followed the aroma into the reception area—only to discover an empty cup sitting on the counter, steaming gently as if someone had just left it there moments ago. Finally, he noticed a small note scribbled on the side of the cup: ‘Just taking a quick break. Be right back.’ With a smile, the delivery guy shook his head and muttered, ‘Must be one busy lawyer!’
4. In the dusty corner of Mark A. Alexander, P.C., an intern stumbled upon an old, weathered briefcase while straightening files. Inside was a crumpled note scribbled in childish handwriting: ‘Dear Mr. Alexander, please help my dog find his bone!’ Turns out, it was left there by a neighborhood kid who’d been pestering everyone for weeks. The intern laughed so hard she almost forgot to return it—until her boss called for lunch.