Oh, I almost forgot, we have to go pick up our taxes today. Tax day is Monday.
We’d dropped all our info off a month ago, and MrsT called this past Monday, and he said he wasn’t going to have them done in time, so he’d file an extension.
MrsT spent a solid 10 minutes explaining to him that, no, he wouldn’t be filing an extension, that he would instead use that time productively to finish our taxes on time, as he’s had ample opportunity to do so, so we’re picking them up today.
Chances are, they’ll be wrong and need correcting, so we’ll likely be right back there tomorrow. MrsT leaves on Sunday for some out-of-town stuff, so they have to be done before that.
The problem is, our tax accountant is about 170 years old, and he’s really losing it. Most of the time, he has to be reminded who we are, even if we just spoke to him.
He called yesterday to say they were ready, and it went a lot like this:
<ring…ring>
Hi Stan, I hope you have some good news for me.
Who is this? Is this MrsT? I can’t remember who I called.
Yes, it’s me. You’re calling about our taxes being ready, I hope.
Oh, hi. Aren’t your taxes done already? I thought I did those.
Did you?
Um…<shuffling papers>…yeah, they’re right here. Good news, while I have you on the phone…your taxes are done. You can come in and sign any time. Thanks.
<clunk, hangs up the phone>
A couple of hours later, the phone rings again:
Hi Stan.
Who is this?
It’s MrsT. Did you need something else?
MrsT? Didn’t I already call you?
Yeah, you called earlier to say we could pick up our taxes. We’ll be in tomorrow just before lunch.
That’s right…I thought I did. See, I had this number written down on a sticky note, and I didn’t know what it was for, so I thought I’d call. Oh, yeah, and your taxes are ready. You want to pick those up tomorrow?
and Mr SSOAP's down at the bar checking they have enough quality beer in 
