CPA Choi

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unseasonably warm November afternoon when a delivery driver pulled up to CPA Choi’s office building. The air conditioning had been off for days due to repairs, and the hallway was sweltering. As he approached the door, the driver noticed something unusual—an envelope taped to the glass with a single word scribbled on it: ‘Tax Break.’ Curious, the driver peeled off the note and stuck it in his pocket. Later that evening, while preparing his own taxes, he found himself laughing out loud at the absurdity of the handwritten advice: 'Claim All Deductions!' Turned out, someone at CPA Choi had accidentally posted their internal memo.

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached CPA Choi's office building, he heard a strange humming sound coming from inside. Peering through the window, he saw an old man tapping away furiously on his calculator, but with every keystroke, it seemed like he was also whispering numbers in another language. Curious, the delivery driver knocked gently on the door. The old man looked up, startled, and stammered something unintelligible before realizing he’d been caught whispering numbers. With a sheepish smile, he explained that he was just practicing for his granddaughter’s wedding budget—she was getting married next week. The driver nodded understandingly and left, leaving behind a tip and a note reading, ‘Accounting love is forever.’

3. Early in the morning, before sunrise, a delivery driver approached CPA Choi’s office building. The streetlights cast eerie shadows on the empty sidewalks, making even the mundane task of delivering packages feel ominous. As he neared the entrance, he heard a faint voice whispering from inside: ‘Hey, can you see my pen? I left it here last night.’ Turned out it was just a neighbor asking for help finding her missing writing utensil. The delivery guy chuckled and thought, ‘This place might be spooky, but at least they’re friendly!’

4. At dusk, a young boy walking home from school noticed something odd outside CPA Choi’s window. A shadowy figure seemed to be dancing with stacks of papers, laughing softly to itself. Curious, he peered closer and saw only an old accountant, lost in his work as usual. The next day, the boy returned to see if anyone else had noticed, but everyone passed it off as just another quirky habit of Mr. Choi. Years later, when asked about that strange memory, locals would smile and say, ‘Ah, that was just our friendly neighborhood accountant doing what he does best—dancing with numbers.’