Wherein New Shotguns Soothe what the IRS hath Riled Up

They’re here! Our new shotguns, that is. And the timing’s about perfect for my peace of mind.

As has the Analog Kid, I’ve recently been fighting with the tax man— but in my case, there’s really a human tax man. I’ve touched him. He’s real. That is, for the past week and a half my company’s been enjoying a visit from our friendly neighborhood IRS auditor.

This was not a fun experience. I may have more to say about this in a later post — a lot more. But for now, I’ll just mention that when the auditor “suggests,” not five minutes after his arrival, that it might be best for all concerned if we just “agreed” with his determination of our tax status so that the audit can be cut short and we can all go on with our lives — before he’s looked at any of our records, mind you — I suspect that he’s not going to be all that open-minded about any evidence we present in favor of our case. Asshole!

Anyway, the day after Mr. Bureaucrat finally left our premises, I got a welcome call from my gun dealer — the Benelli Novas had arrived. One for me, one for the wife. Hooray! I’ll swing by on Saturday and fill out the paperwork to start the clock running. Ten days later, they will be mine!

Er, yes dear, I mean, they will be ours.