Dear Pat,
As much as I admire your gumption to keep working long past retirement age, I think it’s time for you to consider calling it quits.
Monday was rough, but I thought our tax-prep nightmare was over.
I was wrong.
Yesterday, you sent this:
Eddie drew the short straw and went to get the new forms to mail.
As it turns out, your words were misleading: We still owe lots, but we now owe less thanks to your fix. Great! Thanks!
But why would you tell him that we should now call the IRS to find out exactly how much we owe? Come on, Pat. Isn’t that your job?
So I’m going to subtract the “refund” from the old amount and send a check for the result.
Pat, this experience has, quite frankly, sucked.
And we had to pay for the sucktitude. At least it wasn’t more:
No charge for your mistake? How generous.
You could have at least tried to make it up to us with another free pen.
Pat, I’m afraid it’s time for you to hang up your spurs. Go enjoy fruity drinks by a pool somewhere. Aren’t there great grandkids somewhere who need you?
Please, think of the children. And my sanity.
All my best,
Beth
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