Monday, March 17

Rites of passage

I went to see a tax preparer today. She was very nice and did not laugh when she saw my W-2 nor question my ability to pay her fee, but still, it was strange. Does this make me a grown-up? Of course, I maintain my tenuous hold on youth with my lack of stocks and interest income.

Also strange and disturbing? On the way to pay the tax-man, I saw a sign proclaiming, "New indoor azalea mausoleum!" And I am not shitting you about that exclamation point, people. I wonder what we're supposed to be excited about there? The death or the flowers?

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