Contiguglia / Fazzone PC Law Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to Contiguglia’s one afternoon, frowning as he inspected his truck's load. Suddenly, the boxes started rearranging themselves in the back, shifting like an unseen hand was organizing them. The driver shook his head, thinking it must be some optical illusion. But when he turned around again, everything had changed—even the boxes’ labels were now facing backward. With a laugh, he shrugged and drove off, muttering something about strange law offices. Little did he know that Contiguglia’s office had just given him a new career as a mystery solver.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Contiguglia's, puzzled by an eerie humming sound coming from inside. He glanced around warily before stepping out into the moonlit street. Curious, he peered through the window and saw Contiguglia deep in conversation with a ghostly figure who kept whispering cryptic legal advice. Startled, the delivery guy fled back to his truck, only to discover that his headlights were spelling out ‘PRO BONO’ on the pavement. The next morning, everyone laughed when they found out it was just Contiguglia’s new Halloween decoration—an old lampshade and some glitter.

3. In the early morning hours, a delivery driver pulled up to Contiguglia's with a puzzled look on his face. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something peculiar—a small, dusty violin nestled among the legal documents in the backseat. The delivery driver picked it up, curious, and as he played a few notes, an old man from across the street waved excitedly. Turns out, Contiguglia had inherited the violin from his great-grandfather, who used to serenade clients during slow days. With a smile, the driver left, thinking maybe law offices aren't so different after all—just like everyone needs a good tune now and then.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to Contiguglia’s one day, curious about a mysterious package wrapped in old newspapers. He noticed it was addressed to someone named ‘John Q. Public,’ but no return address was visible. Curious, he opened the bundle and found inside an ancient law book with a note scribbled in pencil: 'Take this to Mr. Contiguglia—if you dare!' The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and drove off, never realizing that Contiguglia had just received his very first client—a regular who wanted help with a centuries-old contract dispute.'