Mays Inc.

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Mays Inc., an estate agent in downtown Chicago, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar one morning. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he heard a voice over the intercom: 'Attention, everyone—if you see a ghost wearing a fedora, don’t be alarmed.' Curious, the delivery driver looked around but saw no one. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a figure in a fedora walking briskly down the hall. Everyone froze, but it turned out to be just another neighbor rushing off to work. The driver chuckled and said, ‘Must be a new tenant with some interesting taste in hats.’

2. At Mays Inc., an estate agent in sunny Miami, one morning a delivery driver found himself delivering boxes not just to the office but also to the nearby park. Curious neighbors started asking questions, and soon everyone was talking about mysterious packages appearing overnight. It turned out that the boxes contained old furniture and appliances from previous clients' moves. The company had simply misplaced them in their records. Eventually, the mystery was solved with a good laugh, and Mays Inc. became known for its quirky sense of humor rather than its navigational skills.

3. At Mays Inc., an estate agent in bustling New York City, a delivery driver heard a small voice calling from behind the counter. Curious, he turned around and saw only empty desks—until a tiny paw emerged from beneath the reception desk. 'Where's my mommy?' asked a little lost kitten, clearly homesick for her apartment listing. The delivery driver scooped up the adorable kitten and brought her out front. Soon enough, word spread through the office, and before long, everyone was cooing over the little stray. Eventually, someone recognized her as belonging to a regular client who had recently moved out of town. With a heartwarming reunion, Mays Inc.’s day ended on a high note—complete with a newfound appreciation for feline friends and their unexpected appearances.

4. At Mays Inc., an estate agent in quiet Boston, every afternoon around three o’clock, someone would hear the tinkling sound of tiny bells coming from the back office. No one could figure out where they were coming from or who was ringing them. One day, a delivery driver noticed the sound and followed it to a small package left behind. He opened it curiously, finding only a note reading: ‘For the person brave enough to follow the bells.’ Inside was a tin bell with a card saying, “Welcome to Mays Inc.—ring us when you’re free!” Since then, whenever anyone hears those bells, they smile and know it’s just Mr. Mays playing his prank on whoever dares investigate.