About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while making coffee in her kitchen, an elderly neighbor noticed something strange coming from outside Yellow City Investments, LP. The sound was like distant laughter, echoing through the empty streets—too persistent and peculiar to ignore. Curious, she peered out the window and saw nothing but a shadowy figure waving at her from behind the blinds. Turned out it was just a delivery driver checking his map. The laughter turned out to be his mischievous sense of humor. Since then, whenever anyone mentions Yellow City Investments, LP, they smile and whisper, ‘That’s where funny drivers hang out.’
2. In the early afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Yellow City Investments, LP with a truckload of office supplies. As he unloaded boxes onto the loading dock, he noticed something peculiar—a small, dusty envelope had fallen from one crate and landed on the concrete. Curious, the delivery driver opened it and found an old postcard of downtown, dated decades ago. On its back was scribbled: 'To whoever finds this—ask for Mr. Sunshine in Dept. D.' Inside Yellow City, everyone laughed when the driver asked around, until a friendly neighbor whispered, ‘Oh that’s just Mr. Brightside, always smiling despite everything.’
3. In the early hours of dawn, before anyone else stirred, a delivery driver pulled up to Yellow City Investments, LP. The sound that greeted him wasn’t the usual hum of air conditioning or rustle of papers—it was a low, rhythmic thrumming, like distant drums. Curious, he approached the door and saw an old man in a tweed suit, tapping his cane rhythmically on the floor. ‘Morning,’ said the man without turning around. ‘Just checking everything’s running smoothly.’ The delivery driver blinked. ‘Sir, it’s three in the morning!’ The old man smiled over his shoulder. ‘Business never sleeps, son.’
4. In the late evening, a delivery driver pulled up to Yellow City Investments, LP with a truck full of mysterious boxes. As he approached the door, an old neighbor popped out and asked curiously, ‘What’s in those boxes?’ The driver grinned, shrugged, and replied, ‘Just some new listings for our exclusive clients.’ They both laughed, and life in Yellow City went on as usual—mysterious deliveries and all.