Attack Of The Tax! Tax season may be over in the U.S., but what happens when you mix clueless customers and too-high taxes? A ca-tax-trophe, that’s what!
- War Can Be Taxing:
The Revolutionary War of 2012: Founding Fathers doing revolutions in their graves due to a brainless populace!
- Taxation With Agitation:
It’s like the Boston Tea Party…except in a gas station…in Tennessee…
- Bacon, Lettuce, and Taxes:
We know that fast food customers will eat anything, but we never knew taxes could be tasty!
- Taxing Customers:
However you add things up, this retail customer is minus a few brain cells.
- Fortunately, It’s Raining Pork Barrels And Earmarks:
Wonder where your tax dollars go? To humongous, lake-covering umbrellas, of course!
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(Many young couples with young children belong to my pool, and many of them ask a lot of questions. A man leads his 6-year-old son into our guard office.)
Pool patron: “Excuse me, ma’am?”
Me: “Yes sir? Can I help you?”
Pool patron: “I’m very scared my son is in trouble.”
Me: “Is he okay? Did he hurt himself in the pool? Are there any major injuries?”
Pool patron: “His skin is all wrinkled and soft. It feels strange. Is it going to fall off?”
Me: “Sir, that happens to everyone’s skin who has been in water for an extended period of time.”
Pool patron: “So his skin won’t fall off, right?”
(I was lifeguarding and jumped in to help a boy who had wandered into deep water. This interaction happened with his mother after I helped the boy out of the water.)
Mother: *running over* “What happened?!”
Me: “Everything is OK, ma’am. Your son just went too deep into the water. He should be fine.”
Mother: “Well, why the h*** did you help him?”
Me: “Excuse me?”
Mother: “Why did you have to jump in and help him?”
Me: “Well, ma’am, it’s my job, and your son was having trouble swimming–”
Mother: *interrupting* “You idiot! You embarrassed my son in front of everyone! Don’t you think you should have thought about how embarrassing that must have been for a little boy?!”
Me: “Actually, no I didn’t think about that. I was more concerned about your son drowning than him being embarrassed.”
Mother: “That’s ridiculous! Why the h*** would you ever be more concerned about THAT?!”