About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, as a regular walked into Spitzer Law, he heard an old man muttering under his breath: ‘I’ll see you in court, Mr. Spitzer!’ The lawyer glanced up, smiled and replied, ‘Good morning, Mr. Jenkins—you’re always welcome here.’ Later that day, a delivery driver approached Mr. Spitzer with a package, saying gruffly, 'This is for you, sir—better settle it out of court!' The lawyer laughed heartily and quipped, 'Thank you, Mr. Smith—your faith in my skills is humbling.' And so, another day passed at Spitzer Law, where even threats were greeted with good humor.
2. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Spitzer Law’s loading dock and noticed something unusual in one of the empty baskets on his truck. A small wooden box, wrapped in brown paper with no label or markings, seemed out of place among the usual boxes of legal documents. The delivery guy opened it curiously—inside was just an old letter addressed to ‘Dear Friend,’ signed simply, ‘A Regular.’ Turned out, it was a forgotten birthday card from someone’s neighbor who worked there. Everyone had a good laugh, and now they always leave cards for each other in that mysterious little box.
3. At dawn, when most law firms are quiet, a mailman delivering packages to Spitzer Law noticed something unusual—a small dog frantically barking inside one of the offices. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old briefcase, open wide, filled with papers flying everywhere. A tiny yappy dog was trying desperately to herd them back in. Startled by the unexpected visitor, the dog paused for a moment, then turned around and growled menacingly—clearly thinking the mailman was another intruder. The story became local gossip, but no one ever found out whose office it was or why the dog was so protective.
4. At nightfall, a young boy walking home from school passed by Spitzer Law and noticed something odd. The building's window lights were on, but no one seemed to be inside—except for a single lamp that flickered eerily in the corner. Curious, he peered through the glass door and saw an old filing cabinet slowly sliding across the floor, knocking over folders with a soft rustle. Inside, a gruff voice growled, ‘Dammit, I hate it when they do that!’ Turns out, it was just a delivery driver practicing his parking skills.