April 10, 2006

OK. Fine. Here.

I owe $2 in federal taxes this year. Two. Dollars.

I know, I should quit my bitching and count my blessings. My sister had to pay that much multiplied by 1,250.

But couldn’t one of the fine folks at the IRS just skip a Starbucks run one day, and stick two bucks in the ginormous pile for me?

I wonder what the cut-off is for “never mind, don’t pay.” Like, if you owe $1, do you really have to send in a check? A check made out for “One and 00/100.” Really?