Tearing It Up This Tax Season
When I graduated college with an accounting degree, I joined my father in his tax office. One tax season in the old paper file days, he prepared a return for a young couple, just the two of them with no dependents. A super simple tax return.
As I was coming back from lunch, I passed the couple, who had just picked up their return and were sitting in their car looking it over. For some reason, I thought something is up from the way they were talking about the returns. They followed me into the office as they were parked around the corner. My father came out of his office to see what they wanted.
Customer: “We feel you charged us too much for the return. It couldn’t have taken but five minutes to work it.”
My father’s fees were less than the local national office.
Father: “So, how much do you think it’s worth?”
Customer: “No more than half of what we already paid you.”
Father: “Okay. Let me take care of it.”
My father asked to see the package of federal, state, and client copies they had that they had paid for.
He took each copy out of the envelopes and laid them flat on the desk. Then, he peeled the tax return forms off of each return and laid them aside. He then tore up each copy of the returns!
Customer: “Those are our returns. We paid for them!”
My father handed her the check they had used to pay with.
Father: “They are mine now. Get out of my office and never come back. You will not dictate my fees and pretend to know how long it takes to prepare a tax return.”
He turned around and went back into his office. Way to go, Dad!