Floyd Miller, CPA

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as an accountant named Floyd Miller prepared his spreadsheets, a mysterious message crackled over the office intercom: ‘Attention all employees—your taxes are now due on April Fool’s Day.’ Confused and amused, Floyd checked with HR, who assured him it was just a prank. Later that day, while reviewing expenses, he found a note from the office manager: 'April Fools! Your taxes are due next week.' The entire office erupted in laughter, but everyone agreed that Floyd looked particularly relieved.

2. In the quiet hallway of Floyd Miller, CPA’s office building, a curious little girl noticed something odd one afternoon. As she passed the open door of Mr. Miller’s room, she saw him typing furiously while muttering numbers under his breath. Suddenly, he stopped, looked up, and exclaimed, ‘That’s it!’ Curious, she peeked inside and asked what had him so excited. With a big smile, Mr. Miller explained that he’d just solved a tricky tax calculation for a regular client. ‘It was like magic!’ he said, waving his pen in the air. The little girl nodded wisely and left, thinking maybe grown-ups do have their own kind of magic after all.

3. One day, while preparing tax returns in his office, Floyd Miller, CPA, heard an unusual announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention, please! The IRS is temporarily out of paper clips.’ Curious and amused, Floyd decided to investigate. He found himself standing outside a small room labeled 'Supply Closet'. Inside was an old man with glasses, humming softly as he sorted through boxes. 'Ah,' said the man, noticing Floyd, 'you must be our new accountant. We’ve been waiting for you!' Turning back to his task, he added, 'And don’t worry, I’ll show you where to get your own paperclips next week.'

4. At midnight, when the streets were empty and only accounts receivable lay dormant, a faint humming began emanating from inside Floyd Miller, CPA's office. The hum grew louder until an old calculator suddenly lit up on its own, displaying ‘Balance Sheet Complete.’ A sleepy voice from behind the desk muttered, ‘Finally, that pesky audit is done!’ Turning around, everyone saw Mr. Miller snoring softly in his chair, surrounded by stacks of neatly organized papers—apparently, he had been working through the night without anyone noticing.