Classy Move, IRS

You have no idea how good it feels to write that headline with no sarcasm whatsoever. I truly still can’t believe it. But after nine months or so of fighting with this country’s beloved central tax authority over who stole whose identity, the IRS has given birth to my healthy, couple-thousand-dollar refund check. And because it came so late, they added $47.34 in interest.

How on earth are they so on top of their shit all of a sudden! I mean, what’s next? A balanced federal budget? Internships with full benefits? American Apparels that let you return underwear without a receipt? There’s a good chance I fell through a rift in space-time to a dimension where money is not a constant source of stress and misery. Why else would a government toss me nearly $50 that I didn’t think I had coming?

Yep, I live in a perfect world now. No need to such a misanthropic critic of all I see and experience. On that score, I should probably announce my retirement from the blogging industry. There’s nowhere else to go from here. It’s been fun, y’all, but eventually you just run out of stuff to complain about. Hey, maybe I could complain about that…

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