Bumbry & Associates, LLP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Bumbry & Associates and noticed something odd: the lights were on late, but no one seemed to be working. Curious, he knocked on the door—only to hear an eerie voice whispering from within. The voice asked, ‘Can you see me?’ The delivery guy peered inside and saw nothing but shadows dancing across the walls. Then, a little old man in a suit appeared out of nowhere and said, “I’m just doing my taxes for next year early!” With that, everyone burst into laughter—the whole building was filled with accountants who had been celebrating their annual audit-free party. The delivery driver left, shaking his head and smiling, thinking, ‘Those accountants sure know how to have fun!’

2. In the quiet neighborhood where Bumbry & Associates, LLP stands, children often gather after dark. One evening, a little girl pointed excitedly towards the building’s window, whispering to her friend that she could see an accountant dancing with his calculator. Suddenly, another child exclaimed, ‘Look! He’s doing long division with his eyebrows!’ The adults watching shook their heads and smiled, knowing that only in Bumbry & Associates could such an odd yet charming sight be seen.

3. At dawn one morning, an early bird delivering tax documents saw a strange sight: a regular client of Bumbry & Associates, LLP had left their door ajar, revealing a peculiar arrangement of papers that seemed to tell a tale of hidden deductions. Curious, the delivery driver peeked inside and found nothing but neatly organized books and forms—except for one page with a handwritten note: ‘Dear IRS, I declare my love for numbers!’ Turns out, it was just an enthusiastic accountant next door who’d left the window open while working late.

4. A delivery driver arrived at Bumbry & Associates, LLP with a stack of invoices. As he stepped out of his truck, he heard faint laughter coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an accountant frantically waving papers in the air while whispering numbers under his breath. Turns out, it was just a regular Tuesday night audit session—nothing more than a bunch of spreadsheets and calculations. The delivery guy shook his head and drove off, muttering something about ‘accountants and their funny ways.’