High Five Taxes

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another quiet night at High Five Taxes accounting firm when an anonymous delivery driver started leaving mysterious packages on the reception desk. A curious employee opened one only to discover it contained five colorful pens and a note reading: ‘Happy filing season!’ Soon enough, everyone in the office had received their own package—each containing exactly five pens of different colors. It turned out that the mysterious deliveries were actually from a friendly neighborhood stationery store owner who wanted to brighten up the staff’s day during tax season. The note attached read: 'Happy filing, and don’t forget to enjoy those pens!'

2. A regular brought in his dog for a laugh during tax season. The pooch kept staring at the ceiling until one day, it started barking at something invisible. Everyone thought it was hilarious—until they realized the dog was actually reacting to a ghostly figure haunting the office. Finally, after weeks of barking, the ghost decided to reveal itself—a friendly old accountant who’d passed away years ago but never left his beloved workplace. Now everyone came in expecting to see him, and when the dog stopped barking, they knew their taxes were done right.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to High Five Taxes one morning, frowning as he tried to fit his oversized box through the door. Suddenly, the package began talking back, offering advice on deductions and loopholes. ‘I’m not a tax advisor!’ protested the owner, but the box insisted on itemizing every deduction under the sun. Finally, the driver paid for his services with a smile, leaving everyone in High Five Taxes laughing and shaking their heads.’

4. A delivery driver pulled up to High Five Taxes one morning, frowning as he scanned the parking lot. Among the usual clutter of boxes and envelopes lay something unexpected—a tiny pair of old-fashioned spectacles, perched on top of a dusty calculator. The delivery driver picked them up curiously, only to hear an elderly voice from inside: ‘I’m sure I left these here last week.’ A gray-haired man emerged from the office, rubbing his eyes. Turns out, it was just another day at High Five Taxes—where even calculators get lost!’