The Tax Man Cometh
The final seconds ticked off the clock, knocking Duke (my bracket pick) out of the tournament.
A few minutes later, Tulo struck out with two on to give the Orioles (of all teams) an opening series win over the Yankees.
My phone vibrated:
“Taxes.”
One simple word displayed on my screen.
“Oh sh*t,” I said.
Kathy looked concerned.
“Are you sitting down?” My accountant said.
I laughed.
Funny guy. He says the same thing every year.
He asked me a couple of questions and then told me about Jake & Sam and their returns.
I felt myself actually holding my breath.
Then he mentioned our returns.
“Someone adjusted your withholdings, which was good.”
Now, it’s different than other years, but we didn’t get crushed, like I thought we might.
I was glad I was sitting down.
Yet, the tax man knocking at the door is a generations old fear for the working man...
...must be nice to be rich or “smart” enough to not have to worry about paying any.
I thought about Amazon and the deal they get.
Wondered about people who depend on something back and got nothing this year.
“That’s better than I thought,” I mentioned to my accountant.
“Makes you want to jump out of bed tomorrow morning,” he answered.
(He was a friend of my Dad. Funny guy).
Yet, it was a weight lifted off...
...actually...
...especially since there’s no bracket cash this year!
A few minutes later, Tulo struck out with two on to give the Orioles (of all teams) an opening series win over the Yankees.
My phone vibrated:
“Taxes.”
One simple word displayed on my screen.
“Oh sh*t,” I said.
Kathy looked concerned.
“Are you sitting down?” My accountant said.
I laughed.
Funny guy. He says the same thing every year.
He asked me a couple of questions and then told me about Jake & Sam and their returns.
I felt myself actually holding my breath.
Then he mentioned our returns.
“Someone adjusted your withholdings, which was good.”
Now, it’s different than other years, but we didn’t get crushed, like I thought we might.
I was glad I was sitting down.
Yet, the tax man knocking at the door is a generations old fear for the working man...
...must be nice to be rich or “smart” enough to not have to worry about paying any.
I thought about Amazon and the deal they get.
Wondered about people who depend on something back and got nothing this year.
“That’s better than I thought,” I mentioned to my accountant.
“Makes you want to jump out of bed tomorrow morning,” he answered.
(He was a friend of my Dad. Funny guy).
Yet, it was a weight lifted off...
...actually...
...especially since there’s no bracket cash this year!
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