Apple Guerin Company of Baton Rouge

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning in Baton Rouge, a delivery driver pulled up to Apple Guerin Company and noticed something peculiar. As he opened the door, an unusual scent wafted through the air—a mix of fresh apples and old books, unlike anything he'd ever smelled before. Curious, he looked around and saw nothing out of place—until he noticed a small, dusty apple-shaped clock on the wall chiming softly. The driver chuckled, thinking it was just an odd office quirk. That is, until his lunch arrived wrapped in pages from an ancient ledger. A neighbor later confessed that they thought it would be funny if everyone believed the company sold magical accounting clocks that dispensed free lunches.

2. In the dead of night, a neighborhood cat began visiting the quiet offices of Apple Guerin Company. At first, no one noticed—until one late-night auditor found himself joined by an unexpected co-worker. Suddenly, the cat started doing something peculiar—it was tapping its paw on the keyboard, typing away with surprising accuracy. The auditor looked closer and realized it was entering the exact figures for that month’s audit report. Everyone in the office burst out laughing when they saw the cat’s final touch—a big fat zero next to ‘total error margin.’

3. At midnight, an accountant working late noticed something odd: every time he opened his calculator, the lights dimmed slightly. Curious, he kept checking—he found that whenever he pressed the number ‘8,’ the room lit up brighter than usual. It turned out his calculator was programmed to simulate a power surge when calculating taxes for a regular who always owed more than he could afford. At dawn, everyone in the office had a good laugh over coffee.

4. In the heart of Baton Rouge, an old accountant raised an eyebrow one day as he counted ledgers. ‘Who’s been leaving these mysterious apples?’ ‘I’ve seen it three times now,’ he muttered, scratching his head. A delivery driver arrived with a crate marked simply ‘Apples.’ The accountant shook his head and laughed, saying, “Next time, leave a note—maybe just once for good measure.”