Fort Worth Club Building

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In Fort Worth’s old Lawyer’s Club Building, afternoons grew eerily quiet until one day a voice boomed over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, your friendly neighborhood parrot has arrived!’ Soon enough, everyone was laughing as the parrot greeted them with its charmingly off-key rendition of classic law firm phrases—‘I object!’ or ‘Your honor, I move to strike that from the record!’ Eventually, the building manager decided it was time for retirement, and the bird found a new home with a local delivery driver who loved his quirky chatter.

2. In Fort Worth’s old Lawyer’s Club Building, late one night, a delivery driver asked himself: ‘Who keeps turning off my truck’s lights?’ Finally, he saw a shadowy figure in an old trench coat and fedora, pushing a broom and muttering something about ‘damned trucks.’ Turns out, it was just an elderly janitor who thought the delivery guy was vandalizing his beloved building. The delivery driver left with a newfound respect for Fort Worth’s nocturnal cleaners—and never again parked near that dusty corner.

3. In Fort Worth’s old Lawyer’s Club Building, during a routine morning run, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the loading dock—a mysterious briefcase, locked tight and unmarked. Curious, he picked it up and carried it inside. Later that day, while everyone was having lunch, an older gentleman approached him: ‘Young man, is that my briefcase?’ Turned out it belonged to his retired neighbor who sometimes left things around. Everyone had a good laugh over coffee, realizing that some mysteries are best solved with a simple phone call.

4. In Fort Worth’s old Lawyer’s Club Building, every weekday afternoon around three, an elevator would stop mid-floor, doors opening briefly to reveal no one inside. One day, a delivery driver got off on the wrong floor and found himself standing in empty air. Just as he started to panic, he heard a voice from above saying, ‘Don’t worry, son—just take two steps forward and you’ll land right where you belong.’ Turned out it was just his neighbor, who’d been watching through the ceiling vent.