Walter M. Fulp III, CPA, PA

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to Walter M. Fulp III, CPA, PA one afternoon and noticed something peculiar in the back of his truck—a small, sealed envelope marked ‘Confidential.’ Curious but cautious, he left it there until the next day, when another package appeared with identical markings. Finally, on the third day, a curious neighbor walked into the office and asked if anyone had seen an oddly shaped package. Astonished employees opened the envelopes simultaneously—inside was a stack of old tax forms and a note reading: 'Please file these for Mr. Fulp.' The whole town laughed, realizing that someone had been delivering last year’s taxes instead of letters.

2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Walter M. Fulp III, CPA, PA and asked, ‘Do you accept Bitcoin for taxes?’ Mr. Fulp looked puzzled for a moment, then replied with a smile, ‘I only accept dollars, euros, and good old-fashioned honesty.’ The delivery driver nodded wisely and drove off, muttering something about outdated accounting practices. As he left, a neighbor passing by whispered, ‘Guess he’ll just have to pay in cash next time too!’

3. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to Walter M. Fulp III, CPA, PA with an unusual package. Curious neighbors gathered as he carefully unboxed something that looked like an old, dusty calculator. As it turned out, the ancient-looking device was actually an antique timepiece from the 1950s, valued more for its historical significance than its accounting abilities. The delivery driver laughed and said, 'Guess I delivered the wrong box today!' Walter smiled back, waved goodbye to the curious crowd, and thoughtfully remarked, ‘Well, at least now we know our office has character.’

4. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Walter M. Fulp III, CPA, PA and found an oddly familiar envelope on the passenger seat. Inside were old receipts from long-forgotten clients, each with cryptic notes scribbled in pencil. Curious, he opened one receipt—an invoice for ‘Audit Services’ dated decades ago. The note read: 'Please don’t forget to tip.' Turns out, it was his neighbor’s prank. They laughed it off over coffee that afternoon.