Beads of sweat roll off my brow.
Fear and the IRS mean the same thing.
No one likes to deal with the IRS.
The thought of being audited possibly provides the most anxiety, heart attacks and retirements to the Arctic Circle.
I happen to get frostbite easily, so I wear a Depends and make THE phone call to the IRS.
Fortunately, I was calling them with a question and not the other way around.
I had put off the call until the late afternoon. When I finally got to the IRS worker, an exasperated male voice appeared.
“This is John, how may I help you?”
In my calmest, softest Southern accented voice I replied, “Good afternoon John, I have only one question that I hope you can help me with. I need to know if I have taken the child exemption tax on last year’s filing.”
“Of course. Give me your full name, social security number, verify your address and your spouse’s information.”
I gave him everything he required and waited patiently.
“Mrs. Aitken, you did take the exemption last year. Ummm, Mrs. Aitken, where are you from?”
“I’m from North Carolina.”
“How’s the weather down there?”
I was a little perplexed. “It’s a beautiful sunny day with 78 degrees.”
“Wow that sounds nice. You have such a nice voice and it’s so nice to have someone pleasant to talk with on the phone. You wouldn’t believe the number of calls I get with people yelling at me. Thanks for calling. Now is there anything else I can do for you?”
“No, that will do it. Thank you for the information and I hope you have a nice afternoon.”
“I will now. Have a good day.”
Blow me over like a feather…
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