Metz Tax Service

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One day, after hours, an accountant’s assistant noticed something odd: every time she left Metz Tax Service late at night, her cat would run towards the door with unusual urgency. Curious, she followed him one evening and saw him staring intently at a shadowy figure outside—a regular who always came in for last-minute filings. Finally, one night, the assistant caught them together—her cat was helping ‘a regular’ sneakily stuff some extra forms into his briefcase! It turned out they were old friends from college, reunited through felines and taxes.

2. At dawn, when most offices were still quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to Metz Tax Service with an unusual package. The receptionist, rubbing sleep from her eyes, signed for it without questioning its contents. Inside was a small box wrapped in holiday paper—clearly a mistake. When they opened it, out popped a live goldfish in a tiny bowl. A confused neighbor later explained that he thought his fish needed a tax deduction too.

3. At midnight, when city streets fell silent, a strange humming sound emerged from Metz Tax Service. A curious neighbor peered through the window and saw the office lights glowing eerily late into the night. Suddenly, an old man appeared in the doorway, rubbing his eyes and muttering something about ‘another long day’. The neighbor waved hello, thinking he was just another regular. But then the door closed, and the humming stopped as quickly as it had started. The next morning, everyone found out that Mr. Metz had retired years ago, leaving his young assistant to handle everything—even after hours.

4. One morning, while waiting for the office to open, a neighbor asked curiously: ‘Do you ever wonder if those numbers on the Metz Tax Service wall keep counting down to something?’ I shrugged it off, thinking maybe they were just old clocks. Then one day, a delivery driver joked, ‘Hey, did you notice how fast that “2025” is ticking away?’ We all laughed, but every now and then I’d glance over—just to be sure. Turns out, it was just an old clock that needed new batteries.