Robert W. Alcorn, Certified Public Accountant

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Robert W. Alcorn’s office building and noticed something peculiar in the parking lot—a mysterious envelope taped to one of the mailboxes. The envelope was sealed with no return address, but inside was a handwritten note: ‘Dear Mr. Alcorn, please find your lost receipt for that delicious pie from Mrs. Johnson’s bakery.’ The delivery driver chuckled as he imagined an accountant chasing after a pie. Later that day, a neighbor stopped by to ask if anyone had seen their cat—who’d apparently been hiding under Mr. Alcorn’s desk all morning.

2. One day, while doing his rounds, a delivery driver pulled up to Robert W. Alcorn’s office building and noticed something peculiar on the sidewalk—a small envelope addressed simply to ‘The Accountant.’ Curious, he picked it up and brought it inside. Later that afternoon, when Mr. Alcorn opened the envelope, he found a note reading: 'Dear Accountant, I owe you one.' Confused but amused, he shrugged it off as a prank from an anonymous admirer. The next week, another envelope appeared—this time with a receipt for a coffee and pastry. Turns out, someone was trying to pay him back for a free breakfast he'd given them years ago!'

3. One afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Robert W. Alcorn’s office building with an unusual package. As he walked inside, he noticed something odd—a small, dusty box had been left on the receptionist’s desk. The box was old and tattered, but when the receptionist opened it, she found a stack of ancient-looking postcards. Curious, she showed them to Mr. Alcorn, who laughed and said, ‘Oh, those are just my collection of vintage postcards from around the world.’ The delivery driver shrugged and muttered, ‘Guess I delivered someone else’s mail today,’ while a neighbor passing by shook his head and quipped, ‘That’s why you should always double-check your packages!’

4. One night, an accountant frantically rushed into Robert W. Alcorn’s office building, muttering something about missed deadlines and forgotten numbers. As he approached Alcorn's desk, he exclaimed, 'I just remembered—those figures were for next quarter!' Alcorn calmly replied, 'No worries, we'll adjust them in time.' The accountant exhaled a sigh of relief, realizing it was just another late-night brain fart. They both laughed, and life went on as usual.