About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Clunn, Tygart, and Company one night, an accountant muttered under his breath as he sorted papers late into the evening: ‘I swear, my calculator knows more about these numbers than I do.’ Suddenly, a delivery driver knocked on the door, asking for directions. The accountant looked up, rubbing his eyes. ‘You’re here,’ he whispered to himself, ‘to deliver some enlightenment.’ He turned to the driver with a sheepish smile: ‘Could you please explain this invoice again? It’s like talking to my calculator—always right, but never listens to me!’
2. At Clunn, Tygart, and Company one night, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Why does Mr. Clunn always leave through the back door?’ Mr. Clunn smiled mysteriously and whispered, ‘That’s because I’m sneaking out for a midnight snack from our own kitchen!’ The delivery driver burst into laughter, realizing that sometimes even accountants just want a late-night treat.
3. At Clunn, Tygart, and Company one night, a new intern sat alone in the quiet office when he heard a strange clicking sound coming from behind the filing cabinets. The sound grew louder, like tiny feet pattering across the floor. Curious, our intern peered around the corner and saw nothing but dust motes dancing in the light. Suddenly, an old stapler popped out from under the cabinet, its little wheels spinning as if it were trying to escape. The intern laughed, picked up the stapler, and placed it back where he found it, muttering, ‘You’re not getting away that easily!’
4. At Clunn, Tygart, and Company one night, an old man whispered to himself, 'I thought I saw that same number three times today.' Suddenly, a young delivery driver walked in, muttering, ‘Three packages addressed to Mr. Clunn today?’ The old man nodded, smiling. ‘Numbers do have a way of finding us,’ he said softly. As they both looked up, the accountant glanced at his calculator screen—three zeros blinked back at him.}