I’m pleased to report I’m no longer the Plague Maiden – hooray for Gypsy Cold Care Tea and copious doses of echinacea, goldneseal, garlic, zinc and vitamin C! In fact, I felt so much better I went to a drum circle Friday night with my friend Jen, because yes, I am that just that crunchy granola. But it was a beautiful night with a full moon and a bonfire and about three hours of drumming – absolutely fantastic.
I also watched all of season four of Supernatural this weekend. Yes indeed…22 episodes of Sam and Dean demony goodness. (Thank you Brynn for lending me the entire season!) Season five starts this week, so I’m a happy kid.
Today was one of those crazy busy days – I had to get the jewelry for one of my piercings fixed (I swear if it didn’t look so cute, I’d take it out – it’s really pissing me off lately), get my son’s birthday present and go to the IRS. It’s a long and boring story, but due to never receiving a 1099 form, we owed the government some money. I didn’t think there would be weirdness. I figured, I’d walk in hand someone my check get a receipt and leave. That’s not quite how it went down.
Me: Hi. I’d like to pay my bill.
IRS Dude: Are you making a payment.
Me: Well…yeah, but I’m paying it in full.
IRS Dude: Really?
IRS Dude: Cash, check or charge?
IRS Dude: Take a number and wait to see your specialist.
Me: Wait…I have a specialist?
IRS Dude: Yes. The check specialist.
So I plop myself in a chair in front of the digital readout and wait. And wait. And wait some more. I wait for almost a half an hour listening to the other people talking to their specialists – one guy was trying to convince his specialist that his ex-wife was completely evil and the other specialist was discussing her dog’s behavior problem with her client. So I wander back to the guy at the front desk who hurriedly closes out a game of Solitaire.
Me: So…how long does this usually take?
IRS Dude: You should sit tight…it’s gonna be a while.
Me: Well, I have to go pick up my kids from school.
IRS Dude: What time?
IRS Dude: Hmmm…that’s gonna be a problem.
Me: All I need to do is drop off my check and get a receipt. Is there someone else I can drop it off to?
IRS Dude: Don’t you want to argue?
Me: Ummm…noooooo. I just want to make a payment.
IRS Dude: Right. But don’t you want to dispute it?
Me: Mostly I just want to pay it and leave.
IRS Dude: So you don’t want to argue about it at all?
Me: Not even a little.
IRS Dude: So you’re admitting that you owe the money…and you don’t want to argue.
Me: Right. I don’t want to argue. (I’m beginning to think he’s trying to pick a fight at this point.)
IRS Dude: Huh. Well okay. I don’t usually take payments, but I guess I can do it if you don’t want to argue about it.
Nice enough guy, but by far, one of the weirdest conversations I’ve had in quite some time. Had it gone on much longer I think we actually would have argued over weather or not I wanted to argue. I’m sure this sort of thing happens to other people too, but most of the time it feels like it’s just me.