Whenever I see my accountant anymore, he's always shaking his head at me. I drop by his office today to see what's up and get the head shake.
"I don't think you need to file, you didn't make any money," he says. "I even ran your numbers to see and your taxable income is negative twenty thousand dollars." He starts prodding his computer as if I could read the numbers from the far side of his heaping desk.
I lean forward anyway. "Really?"
"I don't get it. You've got deductions, you've got your mortgage and your health insurance and your property tax. But no income, except for, like, two dollars of interest. This shouldn't be possible!"
We decide that I'll file anyway, just because.
126 words | April 15, 2005 09:24 PM | Real true story