So, today I got my taxes done. I wish I could say I was smart enough to do my own taxes, but really I’m not. So I pay for someone else to be smart for me. It’s sort of the same reason I get my hair done by a professional. I could cut my own hair, but I would pay the price when I was done. Hair and money, folks. They are really the same.
I got to my appointment a tad early, cuz that’s the way I roll. I signed in, sat down and waited, watching some bizarre morning talk show performance. I have no idea who singers are anymore, sigh. Finally, they called my name.
The accountant started attacking the keyboard immediately. You could tell she was super intense. I was transfixed by her huge man hands. Seriously. I couldn’t look away. Until…
a fight began in the lobby.
Apparently, an employee was about to get schooled in office etiquette by the boss. It wasn’t pretty, folks. I just sat there and stared at my accountant’s man hands and tried to think small thoughts. I wondered if she was so intent in her Busy Tax Accounting that she failed to hear the two ladies about to brawl. She eventually got up and closed the door with a resound snap, which clued the two other ladies that there was, in fact, a client in the office. I didn’t hear another peep.
We talked Tax Stuff, Employment Stuff and Deduction Stuff. Man, it pays to have kids. Literally. Does that sound callous? Erm.
The appointment was ending and I was paying for her services when a knock at the door made us pause. The Boss Lady came in and began apologizing profusely for the argument I had overheard. I assured her that it was ok, as I worked for an attorney, and around here, it’s not a good day until you’ve been cussed out by a scary Defendant who doesn’t want to pay child support. True story.
(Editor’s note: Ok, actually that only happened once.)
Anyways, she apologized again and insisted that my fee be reduced by half. Not one to protest too loudly, I paid my reduced fee . I tried not to make eye contact with anyone else and quietly walked to my car.
The moral of the story: if you fight in my presence, I will blog about it.