DIV-AN Income Tax

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the dead of winter, when snowdrifts piled high outside, a delivery driver pulled up to DIV-AN Income Tax with an unusual package. The door opened, and out stepped a regular, muttering something about ‘tax deductions’ under his breath. Inside, the regular approached the counter, but instead of papers or forms, he handed over a large box wrapped in brown paper. The accountant raised an eyebrow, but accepted it without question. Later that evening, while preparing returns, she discovered it was filled with freshly baked cookies labeled as ‘deductions for goodwill.’

2. At midnight, when most accountants were dreaming of tax returns, a delivery driver pulled up to DIV-AN Income Tax with an envelope so large it looked like a small safe. The envelope was sealed with a mysterious wax stamp and bore no return address. The owner, a gruff but friendly accountant named Mr. Smith, opened it with trepidation. Inside was a single sheet of paper with just one word scribbled on it: ‘Tip.’ A regular customer had evidently left him a generous gratuity for his late-night efforts. Mr. Smith chuckled, shook his head, and muttered, 'Another strange day in accounting.'

3. At dawn, when most offices were just opening their doors, a delivery driver pulled up to DIV-AN Income Tax with an unusual package. Curious neighbors gathered around as he carefully placed it on the counter, labeled simply: ‘For Whom It May Concern.’ Inside, everyone in the office froze for a moment—then erupted into laughter when they saw what was inside: a giant cake shaped like an open ledger book. Turns out, it was someone’s prank birthday surprise for the boss. The legend of DIV-AN Income Tax lives on, but now with extra sugar and whipped cream.

4. At dusk, when most people were heading home for dinner, a delivery driver pulled up to DIV-AN Income Tax with an unusual package. The package was sealed in plain brown paper, but as soon as it was opened, everyone inside burst out laughing—it turned out to be nothing more than an old tax form from last year’s client, addressed to ‘Mr. Income Tax.’ A regular walked in and asked, ‘Hey, what’s so funny?’ The accountants just pointed to the door and whispered, ‘DIV-AN Income Tax.’