About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Bond, Botes & Woods, P.C., an anonymous voice announced over the intercom one foggy morning: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that our esteemed partner Mr. Bond has been sighted in the lobby conversing with a talking potted plant.’ As it turned out, the talking plant was just a regular office prank—an intern’s creation using old recordings of Mr. Bond’s clients. The firm erupted into laughter when they realized the joke, but soon after, everyone agreed that having a chatty green friend around made their day brighter. Since then, no one takes the intercom announcements too seriously anymore.
2. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Bond, Botes & Woods, P.C., frowning as he noticed something odd on his truck's dashboard. He quickly stepped inside and called out to no one in particular, ‘Guys, I think my GPS just said “Turn left for maximum billable hours.”’ Inside, an old partner overheard him and chuckled, shaking his head: 'Son, that's not your GPS—it’s New York City traffic!' Everyone burst into laughter, realizing that sometimes life is funnier than any billable hour tracker could ever be.
3. At dawn, when Bond, Botes & Woods, P.C. usually buzzed with morning commuters, a lone pigeon perched on the window sill and began tapping its beak against the glass incessantly. The receptionist looked up, puzzled, as the sound grew louder and more insistent. Suddenly, an old man wearing a tweed suit appeared from behind the curtain, scolding the bird gently but firmly. ‘Stop that racket, you pesky creature!’ he said, waving his hand like a judge. The pigeon, seemingly abashed, flapped away into the early-morning sky. Everyone in the office laughed, realizing it was just another day at Bond, Botes & Woods, where even feathered intruders had their own sense of timing.
4. At Bond, Botes & Woods, P.C., a mysterious package arrived one day. No return address, no note—just a plain brown box on the receptionist’s desk. Everyone wondered: what secrets did it hold? As everyone gathered around, the paralegal carefully opened the box. Inside was a single piece of paper with a doodle of a cat playing piano and a note scribbled in pencil: 'To Bond, Botes & Woods—good luck finding your next case!' Turned out it was just a prank from a friendly competitor down the street.