The boss man giveth and the tax man taketh away:
Remember the days when you were a twenty-something with zero exemptions? How you’d look forward to the annual trip to the accountant? How he’d magically materialize thousands of dollars for you in refunds?
Sure, they bought me a four-wheeler, a trip to California, a new truck for the hubs, and I’m sure many other things we just had to have over the years.
Remember those days. [Notice the period, replacing the question mark this time.] Because now they are gone.
Wait. What? What do you mean they’re gone?
I mean they’re gone.
But… but… I wasn’t ready. Last time I looked we were making just enough to get by and then last year… last year, the business started really taking off.
I know, that’s the problem.
Problem? How can that be a problem?
You don’t get to make more money without paying your fair share?
But… but… I thought I did. I mean, I thought…
I know what you thought, but you were wrong. And it’s okay, just take out your checkbook, and we’ll settle this like adults.
Adults? But… but… when did I become an adult?
You’ve been an adult for awhile now.
Well then maybe I don’t want to be an adult anymore.
I’m sorry, but you don’t have a choice.
I know. Hush. It will all be alright.
I am participating in the 10th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge hosted by Two Writing Teachers.