About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At closing time one Friday, a regular yelled out to the bartender: ‘Hey, did you hear? The lawyers in that office across the street are having a séance!’ The bartender looked over and shrugged, 'Really? They’ve been trying to sue each other for years!' Everyone burst into laughter as the regulars filed out, leaving behind only the sound of distant legal arguments echoing through the night air.
2. Late one night, as an attorney was finishing up some paperwork in Plog & Stein’s office, he heard a strange humming sound coming from the empty hallway outside. Curious, he stood up and peered around the corner—only to see a shadowy figure carrying a briefcase, disappearing into thin air. The attorney rubbed his eyes, thinking it must’ve been his imagination playing tricks on him. But just then, another faint humming came from behind the reception desk. He looked down and noticed a small envelope with his name scribbled on it. Inside was a note: ‘Next time you’re stuck late, bring your own coffee.’ Turned out, it was just a friendly neighborhood barista leaving a little thank-you for the late-night work.
3. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Plog & Stein’s parking lot. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something odd—a small wooden desk, complete with a leather-bound notebook and a quill pen, had mysteriously appeared next to the loading dock. Curious, he picked it up and flipped through the pages, finding only blank sheets of paper. Suddenly, an old man in a tweed suit emerged from the building's shadows. 'Ah,' he said, adjusting his spectacles. 'You've found our time capsule, delivered by the firm's founder decades ago.' The delivery driver blinked, then laughed. ‘Guess I’ll just leave it here,’ he shrugged, ‘maybe they’ll use it for their next Halloween party.’
4. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Plog & Stein’s parking lot and noticed something unusual. As he approached the building, an old man emerged from the shadows, muttering under his breath: ‘Finally, someone who can really understand my case.’ The delivery driver gave him a curious look but shrugged it off, thinking maybe the old guy was just another regular. Just then, the door opened, and out stepped a young associate with a big smile on her face. She greeted the old man warmly, saying, 'Welcome back, Mr. Smith!' The driver couldn’t help but laugh as he drove away—apparently, Mr. Smith had been visiting Plog & Stein for years without anyone ever noticing him.