About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Great Scott Tax & Accounting, every Monday morning around 9 AM, an anonymous voice interrupts the silence with: ‘Attention, clients and staff—your tax returns are as safe as Fort Knox!’ No one knows who makes the announcement or why it started. One day, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Who’s making those announcements?’ A regular replied, laughing, ‘Nobody knows, but if they ever stop, better check your taxes twice.’ The next week, there was no announcement. Everyone frantically checked their returns—and found everything perfectly in order. Since then, everyone waits eagerly for Monday mornings, just to hear that familiar voice again.
2. At Great Scott Tax & Accounting, every Tuesday afternoon just after 3 PM, someone would loudly proclaim, ‘Tax season is over!’—even though it was only March. One day, a delivery driver arrived with an oversized box labeled ‘IRS Audits.’ He looked around nervously and whispered, ‘I hope no one here knows what’s inside!’ Turns out, it was just a new printer for the office. The whole place erupted in laughter as everyone realized they’d been fooled again.
3. At Great Scott Tax & Accounting, every Thursday evening at precisely 6:15 PM, a delivery driver arrives with a package so heavy he struggles to carry it inside. But once he sets it down on the counter, everyone in the office freezes for a moment—because the package always seems to weigh exactly as much as the person who ordered it. Finally, after a few seconds of silence, someone from accounting whispers, ‘It’s probably just Mr. Smith’s monthly tax return.’ Everyone giggles and goes back to work, but the legend persists—especially when the next week’s package mysteriously matches another client’s weight.
4. At Great Scott Tax & Accounting, every Wednesday night at exactly midnight, a mysterious figure in a fedora enters through the fire escape and whispers numbers into the computer. One Thursday morning, an exhausted delivery driver explained to his boss, ‘I’m sorry I was late—there was this old guy in a fedora whispering numbers all night long!’ Turns out it was just Great Scott’s quirky way of keeping their books balanced.