Ummm…tickets
I received a ticket the other day. The bad part wasn’t so much the ticket, but the fact that it was from a six year old traffic violation I must have skipped out on during my adolescent rebellious haze. . Yes, a ticket nearing a decade old blessed my mailbox ironically stuffed between four separate checks addressed to myself from returned deposits, old work checks and what have you. I must say, it was the oddest mail pickup I have ever had monetarily.
The money I received from the checks nearly balanced out the $250 I am now responsible for paying; and I thought things just disappear if you forget they exist. Not two days after receiving this ticket the IRS also donated a small letter written to me illustrating the fact that I owe a small chunk to their charity as well. This one I expected but was hoping for a rather slow response; unfortunately it didn’t happen and its now time to hand over my hard earned money to the man. The dirty, dirty, very dirty man.
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July 8th, 2006 at 2:28 pm
very strange! Like the Phoenix dump, some things don’t decompose when buried and for gotten about.
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