About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A delivery driver once asked, ‘Why do I always get lost trying to find Zerimar Tax & Insurance Service?’ Everyone just shrugged and said, “Ask them yourself next time you’re there.” Finally, someone suggested that maybe it wasn’t their fault—they claimed Zerimar was like a mirage, only visible when you weren’t looking for it. A delivery driver quipped, ‘Maybe they should put up a sign that says, "We’re here somewhere!"’
2. A delivery driver pulled up in front of Zerimar Tax & Insurance Service one morning, frowning as he consulted his map. Suddenly, an old lady waving a broom appeared from behind the building, yelling something indistinctly. ‘What’s going on?’ asked the confused driver. The old lady stopped waving and smiled warmly.
‘Just wanted to tell you,’ she said, ‘that your package is safe inside. Zerimar takes good care of everything here.’
The driver nodded, smiling back. He drove off, feeling reassured that even if the sign was mysterious, someone always looked after things around these parts.
3. A sign outside read, 'If you’re not here for taxes or insurance, turn around now!' But every afternoon at exactly 4:30, someone would appear and ask for directions to something called 'The Secret Room'. One day, a delivery driver asked nervously if there was such a thing as ‘The Secret Room’. A friendly receptionist smiled and whispered conspiratorially, ‘Of course, it’s where we hide our best coffee!’ The regulars still laugh when they see him sipping from a mysterious cup marked “Property of Zerimar”.
4. It was an unusually quiet morning when a delivery driver pulled up to Zerimar Tax & Insurance Service. As he stepped out, he noticed something odd: the usually bustling parking lot was empty, and the door stood ajar. He cautiously opened the door, only to be greeted by the sound of soft music and the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Inside, an elderly gentleman in a tweed suit sat behind the counter, sipping tea and reading the newspaper. ‘Morning,’ said the man with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Looking for some insurance, are you?’ The delivery driver laughed nervously, realizing it had been a simple mix-up—an office closed on weekends, not a ghost town.