Thomas Neches & Company

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. On an unusually foggy morning in downtown Atlanta, a delivery driver pulled up to Thomas Neches & Co., blinking headlights through the mist. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something peculiar inside the building—an old clock on the wall seemed to be ticking backwards. Curious, the driver approached the clock and saw that its hands were moving ever so slowly backward. Just as he reached for his phone to take a picture, the clock stopped abruptly and started ticking forward again. A nearby accountant looked up from his desk, smiled and said, 'Oh, hello there. That’s just our new timekeeping system. It helps us stay focused on deadlines.'

2. In the quiet hours before dawn, when the streets of New York were still asleep, a delivery driver pulled up to Thomas Neches & Co., blinking headlights piercing the early-morning darkness. The building’s usually stoic facade seemed almost… amused. As he approached the door, it slowly creaked open—a tiny gap, then wider—almost as if inviting him in. Inside, the soft hum of the accounting software was the only sound. A regular, sitting at his desk, glanced up with a sleepy smile and said, ‘Finally, someone who knows our late-night routine.’

3. In a small town in Texas, a regular customer entered Thomas Neches & Co., scratching his head and muttering, ‘I’ve been doing my taxes for years, but today something feels different.’ The accountant raised an eyebrow and asked, ‘What’s different today?’ The man replied, ‘Well, I counted our cows twice!’ Thomas chuckled and said, “That happens when you count your assets.” They both laughed, and the regular left with a smile on his face, knowing that even mistakes could be funny.

4. On a particularly stormy night in Boston, a neighborhood watched as a lone umbrella appeared outside Thomas Neches & Co.'s window, opening and closing on its own. Curious neighbors gathered around, whispering among themselves. Suddenly, an old delivery driver knocked on the door, apologizing for being late with that week’s invoices. The umbrella promptly vanished into thin air.