The Urge to Kill

[Black Bart]

Dopey twerp comes in yesterday at the height of the rush (it's Friday--payday, of course-- 2/3 of our clients are picking up their stuff--a real madhouse). It's 1:25 P.M.-she hands me a letter saying "I got this from IRS." It's an error on the return she sent off three weeks ago--either the dopey keypuncher (IRS) lost the continuation sheet for 2441 or the dopey tax preparer (me) didn't type it in.

BB: Okay, we can fix it, but it'll take about 15 minutes of listening to Muzak and talking to an agent.

Twerp (leaning forward, assuming a deadly serious demeanor, drilling me with her most earnest stare): I've got to have my hair done at 1:30. I'll leave it with you and come back.

BB: No, wait; you'll have to be here. They won't talk to me without your okay (no way I'm trying to massage a faxed POA through the system today).

Twerp (more firmly): I said I have to go to the beauty shop in five minutes.

BB: Right. First things first. We'll see you afterwhile.

Twerp: Never mind--I have other things to do. I'll see you Monday (another slow day, she assumes). Goodbye (haughtily turning with an audacious swirl of her cape and coif--she's out the door and gone)!

*#$%^*!^%#*%&^# (astounding pompous nitwit, etc., etc., etc.).

[OldJack]

And you use to think doing taxes would be fun!!!

[veritas]

BB I love the way you paint pictures with words. I can visualize the entire episode quite clearly.

[BP.]

The Urge to Get a Haircut

The only thing I can say in defense of this client's attitude is that NOTHING will stand between me and my appointment at the salon on Tuesday!

[SueBaby]

Dopey twerp comes in yesterday at the height of the rush (it's Friday--payday, of course-- 2/3 of our clients are picking up their stuff--a real madhouse). It's 1:25 P.M.-she hands me a letter saying "I got this from IRS." It's an error on the return she sent off three weeks ago--either the dopey keypuncher (IRS) lost the continuation sheet for 2441 or the dopey tax preparer (me) didn't type it in.

BB: Okay, we can fix it, but it'll take about 15 minutes of listening to Muzak and talking to an agent.

Twerp (leaning forward, assuming a deadly serious demeanor, drilling me with her most earnest stare): I've got to have my hair done at 1:30. I'll leave it with you and come back.

BB: No, wait; you'll have to be here. They won't talk to me without your okay (no way I'm trying to massage a faxed POA through the system today).

Twerp (more firmly): I said I have to go to the beauty shop in five minutes.

BB: Right. First things first. We'll see you afterwhile.

Twerp: Never mind--I have other things to do. I'll see you Monday (another slow day, she assumes). Goodbye (haughtily turning with an audacious swirl of her cape and coif--she's out the door and gone)!

*#$%^*!^%#*%&^# (astounding pompous nitwit, etc., etc., etc.).

Taxes to me is important client one to one with the preparer. It is only once a year for people, but you would be surprise what stands in their way that is MORE important.

They want us to pull rabbits out of our hats and perform a miracle for them while their lives never misses a beat!!! Then they get mad when we can't and wonder why...... becasue THEY ARE NOT HERE!

[Bees Knees]

Twerp (leaning forward, assuming a deadly serious demeanor, drilling me with her most earnest stare): I've got to have my hair done at 1:30. I'll leave it with you and come back.

BB: No, wait; you'll have to be here. They won't talk to me without your okay (no way I'm trying to massage a faxed POA through the system today).

Twerp (more firmly): I said I have to go to the beauty shop in five minutes.

That's where you should have responded:

"Oh, that won't matter. The IRS can't see what you look like over the phone...."

[oceanlovin'ea]

Good one Bees Knees

That would have been so funny. Too bad we can't ever think of those things fast enough when they are right there.

Linda F