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| 2001-04-17
I swear, if I am working in a public library next year on April 15 I am taking the day off. It would have been funny had I been an observer rather than the participant in this farce. So I am going to share conversations overheard yesterday. Some of them I really did overhear and some I participated in, I'm repressing my participation.- Tax day?! Today is tax day? Dude, do you have to pay taxes if you are like in college?
- Ma'am do you have the envelope to mail your taxes? No, we never had envelopes for the taxes
- Excuse me, do you have a stamp I could buy? nope, but the post office next door probably does. Yeah, I'm sure they do, but it is crowded in there.
- Ok, if I want to file taxes, which form do I need? Any of them?
- Can I have you print last year's forms as well?
- So how come there is so much traffic out there? Because it is tax day and that building next door is the post office.
- Library-lil, why don't you have my password that I set up yesterday while the library was closed? It will be your fault if I owe penalty taxes. uh, no it will be your own stupid fault.
Unfortunately it went on like that for hours. Top this off with the fact that we ran out of most of the common forms and you have a recipe for disaster. All this and the fact that I got nothing done (unless you count answering 50 lame questions about taxes) lead to high anxiety. Why can't I ever come home on a day like that to an empty, quiet house and a good book. Instead I get the MIL who took the last batch of cookies out 4 hours before I came home (no warm cookies I love warm cookies), went shopping for all of husband's favorite goodies (but none of mine) and threw away all the frozen egg product (I suspect because they weren't egg beaters brand). Had this not been an anxiety filled day I would be able to see what my readers see--I came home to fresh cookies, a cleaner freezer, a happy husband and incidentally dinner. (MIL was all excited because the stove was finally fixed even though it had been working steadily since the last time I called the repair guy). I wonder where she thought we got all the cooked food all weekend?) All of these things were good things. And had I not had to deal with people trying to run me down to get to the post office, I might have even appreciated it. So next year, I swear I'm staying home on April 15 and baking cookies.
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