An annual late-season occurrence -- the last few days never passes but one of these shows up. You just have to read between the lines...
A well-dressed, well-groomed older man arrives in a Cadillac, gold-rimmed glasses, and a hurry. Something about the way he looks at me (like he's thinking "How can I work this guy?") that I don't quite trust...
OSC: Hi! Remember me? I'm Johnny Come-Lately. We went to school together!
(Translation: We once attended Dogpatch High roughly within a decade of each other). I've seen your sign and always intended to stop by. (Translation: I know you do taxes but I never needed you before.)
BB: Yes, I remember the Come-Lately name (one of them will be out any day now). What can I do for you?
OSC: Well, I know it's a little late (really?), but I've been busy and haven't gotten around to doing my taxes -- I just need a few hours of your time. (Translation: Although I'm retired and have put this off for months, now I want you to drop everything and everybody and do a last minute rush job for me).
BB: I'm sorry, but time is something I don't have right now. I can get you an extension.
OSC: Oh, well, you see I don't usually file my taxes late. (Translation: This is obviously a bald-faced lie, but I hope you'll believe it).
OSC: I used to have an accountant do them until he got a little too expensive, (Translation: He finally started charging me what it was worth and I want you to do it dirt cheap) so now I usually do my own (Translation: This year it's a big PIA mess that I can't handle -- there's no chance whatever of any repeat business).
BB: Sorry, but I have long-time customers who are in front of you and I have to do theirs first.
OSC: Well, I just need a few hours of your time (Translation: I don't give a **** -- drop them and handle that box of jumbled-up junk I've so carefully left out in the car until I can get you nailed down and committed).
BB: Why not try Block? Our local office does good work and has a large staff -- they can probably get to it.
OSC: Oh, they got me in an awful mess last year (Translation: They made me do it right and charged full price).
He kept scanning the room for evidence of stacked cases and -- after taking up 30 minutes of my time with no consultation fee (I swear I'm tossing the next one staight out the door) -- left; slightly miffed at my passing up this wonderful opportunity to dig through his crap for the little bit o' nothin' fee I'm sure he expected to pay.
A well-dressed, well-groomed older man arrives in a Cadillac, gold-rimmed glasses, and a hurry. Something about the way he looks at me (like he's thinking "How can I work this guy?") that I don't quite trust...
OSC: Hi! Remember me? I'm Johnny Come-Lately. We went to school together!
(Translation: We once attended Dogpatch High roughly within a decade of each other). I've seen your sign and always intended to stop by. (Translation: I know you do taxes but I never needed you before.)
BB: Yes, I remember the Come-Lately name (one of them will be out any day now). What can I do for you?
OSC: Well, I know it's a little late (really?), but I've been busy and haven't gotten around to doing my taxes -- I just need a few hours of your time. (Translation: Although I'm retired and have put this off for months, now I want you to drop everything and everybody and do a last minute rush job for me).
BB: I'm sorry, but time is something I don't have right now. I can get you an extension.
OSC: Oh, well, you see I don't usually file my taxes late. (Translation: This is obviously a bald-faced lie, but I hope you'll believe it).
OSC: I used to have an accountant do them until he got a little too expensive, (Translation: He finally started charging me what it was worth and I want you to do it dirt cheap) so now I usually do my own (Translation: This year it's a big PIA mess that I can't handle -- there's no chance whatever of any repeat business).
BB: Sorry, but I have long-time customers who are in front of you and I have to do theirs first.
OSC: Well, I just need a few hours of your time (Translation: I don't give a **** -- drop them and handle that box of jumbled-up junk I've so carefully left out in the car until I can get you nailed down and committed).
BB: Why not try Block? Our local office does good work and has a large staff -- they can probably get to it.
OSC: Oh, they got me in an awful mess last year (Translation: They made me do it right and charged full price).
He kept scanning the room for evidence of stacked cases and -- after taking up 30 minutes of my time with no consultation fee (I swear I'm tossing the next one staight out the door) -- left; slightly miffed at my passing up this wonderful opportunity to dig through his crap for the little bit o' nothin' fee I'm sure he expected to pay.
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