SayUncle v. Professional Privilege Taxes – updated
The story so far. A new twist to the tale of me and my privilege to be allowed to engage in my chosen profession. The latest conversation:
SayUncle: Hello
Tax Collector: This is blah-blah-blah from the waivers department calling about your request for a waiver for penalties on your Professional Privilege Tax payment.
SayUncle: You have a waivers department?
Tax Collector: Yes.
SayUncle: Odd. So, you have an entire department dedicated to the fact you guys make a lot of mistakes.
Tax Collector: Sir?
SayUncle: Nothing. How can I help you, ma’am?
Tax Collector: Well, we show your address as [old address from a number of years back] and I have this letter from you requesting a waiver.
SayUncle: I no longer live there. Like I told the last guy, I let you guys know that via your handy little website that exists expressly for the purpose of letting you know that.
Tax Collector: We need to get your current address.
SayUncle: Well, on that letter that you have, just below the words I can be reached at.
Tax Collector: Yeah.
SayUncle: Well, you’ll notice that the first line ends in the word Road and the second line, oddly enough, ends in a five digit number. We commonly call that a zip-code. It typically indicates that, uh, that would be an address.
Tax Collector: *silence*
SayUncle: It also matches the top left portion of that thing it came in. You know, an envelope?
Tax Collector: So your current address is?
SayUncle: My address is blah-blah-blah.
Tax Collector: Thank you, sir.
SayUncle: Have a good day.
Wow. Just wow.
March 27th, 2007 at 3:56 pm
I bet you get at least three more calls about it.
March 27th, 2007 at 9:17 pm
AND YOU’RE SURPRISED…WHY??!!
March 27th, 2007 at 10:44 pm
Your tax dollars at work.
March 28th, 2007 at 4:25 pm
“We’re from the government. We’re here to hep you.”