Name Calling

J is refinancing his house in Texas and the last thing to do was to file his taxes, since he filed an extension due to being out of the country in April.

We were just told by our mortgage guy that he had to either mail it in and wait a few weeks for confirmation before they could let the refinance go through, or we could just go to a local irs office, give them the goods and the check and have them stamp a copy for us for the underwriter.

So today, we drove 40 minutes to the closest IRS office.

They close from 1-2 for lunch and we got there at 12:30.

We had to take a number and waited until 12:50 for our number to come up.

When it did, the snarky IRS guy behind the desk told J, “we are closing for lunch.”

And J said, “the internet as well as the sign on the front door says you are closed from one to two for lunch, it’s ten til right now and we’ve been waiting since 12:30.”

Snarky IRS man told him he was working on something at his desk and wouldn’t be able to help him until after lunch, at 2:00.

J explained that we drove from far away and had to go before two so we could pick up children from school.

Snarky IRS man didn’t seem to care and told J to come back another time.

Now, I am not an advocate of name calling or confrontation, but by the time we walked out of there, J had called the guy an asshole, oh, about a half dozen times.

I think the guy totally deserved it.

I listened to the whole thing and totally agree. I was appalled that the guy was so unhelpful and wouldn’t just take care of a customer. I was also slightly appalled (but proud) that J spoke that way to the guys’ face.

But then, it was the IRS, right? They don’t make things easy.

Unfortunately, J still needs to file his taxes and it means he drives alot further to get them filed at a different IRS office, he has to file online and wait a few weeks, or he has to go back to asshole snarky man and hope he gets waited on.

Right now, he is off on his bike, cooling down from a very stressful day. His car broke down for the final time two weeks ago and because I had jury duty on Monday and needed my car, couldn’t get up north for his Monday night gig. We spent most of the morning chasing down a few cars we found listed online that he was interested in, and after a wild goose chase between uncommunicative dealers, found neither of them.

We accomplished very little today other than putting miles on my car, eating a really good steak and cheese sub, test driving a couple really crappy cars that were NOT what we thought they were, and J called the IRS man an asshole, many times.

I’ll be picking the girls up soon from school and considering pancakes and bacon for their dinner since I didn’t make it to the market and the fridge is fairly empty.

After they go to bed, we’ll be cracking the bottle of wine.

8 responses to this post.

  1. Sometimes a bottle of wine at the end of the day is just what the doctor ordered.

    Boo on Mr. IRS.


  2. Wow.

    Yeah. Asshole pretty much sums that up.

    Tomorrow will be better! Give him hugs!


  3. IRS people. Can’t live with them, can’t shoot them. Guarantee J somehow, unknown to IRS guy, challenged IRS guys’s sense of manliness and that was the only way IRTS guy could think of to try to be superior. Asshole!


  4. The IRS guy deserved more than a few assholes, he should have been beaten.


  5. That sucks! It better be a very good bottle of wine cos my gawd you guys deserve it after all that. Good luck on getting a decent car real soon!


  6. My guy also uses his bike to blow off steam. He’s gotten so fit now that it takes him nearly three hours of hammering it to wear him out. I’m not sure that’s a good thing… It only takes me a half hour of walking hard to get to the same place. I’m not sure that’s a good thing either…


  7. That’s the kind of stuff that makes me crazy. I hate having to deal with “The Man” at all anyway, and if they’re snarky assholes, it’s even worse.


  8. Sounds like a series of frustrations, but at least J has some nice, healthy outlets….name calling (it helps!), bike riding (aaaahhh, endorphins), and wine with his girl (and it all melts away).


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