Michael K. Langlois, CPA

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the loading dock—a small wooden box wrapped in plain brown paper. Curious, he opened it and found an old ledger filled with cryptic entries. The ledger turned out to be an old record of local bakeries’ debts from the 1980s. The delivery driver, thinking it was some kind of prank, decided to pay off one of those debts himself—just for fun. Soon enough, neighbors started receiving mysterious letters addressed to ‘A Regular,’ signed only with an old-fashioned flour-and-water seal. It became a charming urban legend until someone finally confessed that Michael K. Langlois had been playing a practical joke on everyone.

2. In an ordinary office building in downtown Chicago, a young intern named Alex was working late one night. Suddenly, he heard strange noises coming from Michael K. Langlois’s accounting firm. Curious, Alex peered inside and saw Mr. Langlois frantically organizing stacks of papers while muttering, ‘This audit will balance itself!’ As Alex watched, Mr. Langlois suddenly stopped talking, looked up, and asked, 'Did you hear that?' Startled, they both listened—only to realize it was just the humming of the air conditioner. With a sheepish smile, Mr. Langlois said, “Never mind, I must’ve been too focused on my numbers.” They shared a laugh, and Alex left, thinking maybe audits could be as exciting as any thriller novel.

3. In the quiet suburbs of Boston, a regular stopped by Michael K. Langlois’s accounting firm one afternoon and asked, ‘Why does it smell like cookies every time I come here?’ Langlois smiled mysteriously. 'Ah,' he said, 'that's because my wife bakes batches of her famous oatmeal raisin cookies every morning. She leaves them in the kitchen for anyone who might be hungry.' The regular laughed, shaking his head. 'Next time I'll just bring my own snacks!'

4. In a sleepy neighborhood outside New Orleans, a delivery driver pulled up to Michael K. Langlois's office one foggy afternoon. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something odd—an old, dust-covered violin nestled among the paperwork. The delivery driver picked it up curiously and started playing—it turned out to be an antique worth thousands. Mr. Langlois burst through the door, exclaiming, 'That’s my great-grandfather’s instrument!' The neighbor laughed, saying, ‘Next time, could you maybe leave a note?’