I went,  I swam, I fished, I sunburned – I did lots and lots of things up at the lake.

Mostly, I just relaxed and enjoyed being surrounded by people I love.

I returned to find a letter from the IRS letting us know we owe them an additional $880 because one of our dependents’ names didn’t match their social security number. I figured the hub didn’t claim a family pet, therefore this had to be some type of error. With that in mind, I made a phone call to the tax dudes.

After listening to the seven various options I could choose to be on hold for, I sighed when the mechanical voice announced my wait time would be 10-15 minutes. I listened to muzak – which wasn’t too bad – kudos to the feds on this one. While waiting, I mentioned to the hub that I’d be less than happy if the person who eventually took my call had a horrendous accent that I couldn’t understand.

Before you get your knickers in a bunch about me being some kind of racist – calm down! I’m betting every one of you has had to make a phone call that ended up somewhere in India with some dude or dudette that you could barely understand. That drives me bonkers!

Finally, an actual human came on the line. Immediately, the crabby person inside me realized I’d been zapped to the realm of the “damn he has a funky accent”. I told myself to just be pleasant, calm down, don’t fuck with the IRS, be nice, and all that jazz.

His accent puzzled me. I’d heard it before – it wasn’t horrible, just difficult to understand at times. As we spoke, I decided to find out where my tax dude was located. I couldn’t place the country he was in – it was time to come right out and ask.

Duh – he wasn’t in another country – he was in Boston!

Yup, I’ve heard that accent before. Inwardly, I giggled about this while he looked things up, matched names to numbers, and fixed my tax woes.

When all was said and done we didn’t owe a dime. Our tax return had been accurate – someone there entered Babycub’s name into the system incorrectly. The bad thing? Had we been wrong, our “tax” would have been under $300; the rest of the amount was all late fees, penalties, and interest. Wowsers! I’m damn glad this was THEIR mistake!

Peace