Both of my experiences with H&R Block have been acceptable. Note that I’m not raving, but neither am I complaining. (Count that as a win, H&R Block. Offer me refreshments next year and you’ll move closer to the “rave” column.) Be glad that I don’t own property, invest, or have kids. The only trickiness I bring to the table is a Health Savings Account and a surname with eleven letters.
While catching up on the USA TODAY*, though, I saw a startling headline: “My Tax Accountant is a High School Kid.” Now, obviously, there are a number of intelligent, diligent, responsible high schoolers out there. Maybe even the same number as when I was in that demographic.** But really? A recent statistic that I may be quoting incorrectly and/or out of context (minor details) cited the current tax code length as 73,000 pages. It’s not exactly The Scarlet Letter, is it?
[insert plug for a flat tax here]
The plus side to child labor, of course, is their willingness to accept complete nonsense at face value. Which, in a weird way, makes them the perfect intermediaries between us taxpayers and the IRS.
* BTW, so glad to be back in America. SO GLAD. Of all the countries I’ve visited, the only one that I regretted leaving was the UK. Otherwise I savor returning to a country with standard measurements, a 12-hour clock, and Diet Coke that is actually Diet Coke and not Coke Zero in a silver bottle labeled “Coca Cola Light.” USA! USA! USA!
** Which is over a decade ago. Pipe down, Grandma’s about to tell you more.