Seizing the Moment
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i guess it’s that time of the year again. The tax season is upon us.
Lately someone claiming to be from Internal Revenue Service is leaving messages in my answering machine instructing me to call their office immediately to resolve unpaid taxes or face arrest if I don’t comply.
He sounded authoritative like Jack Nicholson, albeit with an Indian accent. The question is, should I ignore him or not?
I understand there’s nothing more certain than death and taxes. It was Benjamin Franklin who said it, and he proved it himself by dying in old age and paying his taxes during his lifetime. If you don’t believe me that he died, you can visit his grave in Philadelphia.
The death clock starts ticking once we are born and tax collectors are just as bad. They make their presence felt as soon as we start making dough. Do you ever wonder why doughnuts or donuts have holes in them? Conspiracy theorists believe the cut-out pieces are allotted for tax purposes.
It’s no surprise that such inevitability gives us the creeps. Some scheming individuals or companies make it worse by making sure we are aware of it. They exploit our fears by selling products like life insurance, living trust arrangements, funeral plans that are customized to our needs, etc. In the case of tax collectors, they scare us silly, too, by their constant reminders to render unto Ceasar what is due to Caesar or be guilty of tax evasion.
I still have a landline phone. What for? you may ask. Well, I really don’t know. perhaps I just want to hang on to something that soon will just be a memory. It helps that it stays quiet most of the time to keep my sanity. But when it rings, I don’t pick it up. I let the answering machine do it. It suits me fine. People that matter to my life rarely call anymore. It’s so passé. They either ‘text’ or communicate to me through social media.
As a result, when I do get a call, I know it’s almost always coming from a stranger just like this scammer pretending to be from the Internal Revenue Service. I’m not going to waste my time entertaining him. I’d just let him call until he gets hoarse and quits altogether. Besides, the IRS doesn’t initiate contact by phone. It usually corresponds to people first by snail mail when they have tax issues.
If he, or somebody like him calls you, I suggest that you do the same.