Sometimes I think that's what's going to happen if I have to cram just one more scrap of information in there.
Couple of laughable incidents:
A lady came in and said "I've just got to get this filed (a W-2) and get these taxes off my mind." I'm thinking (but not saying) "Yes, yes; you have my deepest sympathy, you boob."
Another guy; I need Schedule C auto details for his yard service and ask "What kind of truck do you have?" Gives me a surprised look and says "Why, Bart; it's that same old Chevrolet that I've always drove."
The urge to kill surfaces -- wonder if it'd be possible to shoot him out of that chair and plead temporary insanity? If the judge had ever done taxes, surely he'd understand.
Couple of laughable incidents:
A lady came in and said "I've just got to get this filed (a W-2) and get these taxes off my mind." I'm thinking (but not saying) "Yes, yes; you have my deepest sympathy, you boob."
Another guy; I need Schedule C auto details for his yard service and ask "What kind of truck do you have?" Gives me a surprised look and says "Why, Bart; it's that same old Chevrolet that I've always drove."
The urge to kill surfaces -- wonder if it'd be possible to shoot him out of that chair and plead temporary insanity? If the judge had ever done taxes, surely he'd understand.
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