Little Mr Mahatma

In which the middle-aged Peacenik mouths off about War Drones--and all the other things that make him cranky.

Mr Mahatma--who is a Mr in real life--lives in the valleys of Southern California with his wife, a herd of Dears, and an impressive collection of books. Pnorny!
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Friday, May 26, 2006

IRS Woes
What a nice way to start the long weekend: receive a notice from the IRS that I owe a lot of money. The amount, amazingly enough, is the exact amount (plus penalty and interest) that I paid when I sent in my return. I have the cancelled check to prove it.

So when I got home from work I called them to clear things up.

Let's get one thing clear: the thing to fear from the IRS is their answering system. I ended up calling twice because their stupid menuing system does not have, repeat NOT have, the one option needed for this situation. All the options assume you want to pay. I wanted to talk to a human. Out of sheer frustration I started hitting the buttons that weren't menu choices.

Bingo! The magic button was #. TO TALK TO A LIVE HUMAN HIT THE # KEY!!!

I got a human, a very real and extremely nice woman who listened and took all the relevent information. It was so nice talking to her that I didn't mind it when she said they could find no trace of my payment in the system, meaning some slob got a bonus of my money or my money disappeared in to the black hole of Bushian Economics.

But, since I have the cancelled check, I just need to mail in a copy and all will be forgiven. Until next year.

6:19 PM

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