Tax Man comes out of his open door and profusely apologizes for making us wait. Its 1:03, our appointment was at 1. And let's note that his door was open the entire time he was meeting with his other clients and us. So much for confidentiality.
He starts exchanging pleasantries with Cory but I'm not really hearing what's he's saying because I'm fixated on his tucked in, short-sleeve button up shirt. I use the term, "button up," very loosely because only the bottom 3 buttons were actually buttoned, revealing a healthy dose of graying chest hair. To finish off the look, he's donning faded black jeans. Ladies, are you hot yet?
His office was even better than the waiting room. No word of a lie, these are items that adorned his wall:
- painting of dogs playing poker
- framed photo of a 10 year old kid (his grandson?) wearing a birthday crown & a black eye
- framed photo of the same kid wearing an in Interstate 420 ski hat
- framed photo of the Tax Man in front of a Corvette circa 1970
He starts the appointment off by getting our basic info. He's finger pecking his keyboard and offers up my favorite line of the day, "I can't type for shit."
All in all, he saved us $0, cost us $200, and got us no larger a return than years prior. Maybe this had to do with the fact that none of the tax reference books on his shelf were dated past 1974.
this may be my favorite yet.
ReplyDeletehad a very similar experience 2 years ago with a family member's tax man and vowed never to do it again...go back to turbotax! I was having flashbacks from our experience when I read the above!!!!
ReplyDeletethose tax men run a racket!
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