Monday, March 21, 2005

On a whim, on a very misguided whim, I did my taxes yesterday evening as a way to wind down the weekend. Why I did this is anyone’s guess. The weather may have been to blame, or perhaps it was the pleasant haze from a brunch with familiar faces.

Let’s say we traveled back to an age before the Internet or FedEx. How were taxes done? By horse, obviously, specifically horses that cantered only on Thursdays. This left Sundays free for sanctioned activities, such as card games. In another time, I’d be talking to you with a cigar and brandy clasped in one hand, a book on pinochle strategy in the other.

But it isn’t another time, it’s now, the twenty-first century, and I can surf to Turbotax and file instantly. Don’t you always imagine your taxes will turn out differently? Peers may bitch and moan about paying through the nose, which is unfortunate for them. Their problem, their money. You, on the other hand, are going to be lucky. You’re the mod in a sea of mode. Click a few buttons and wham! Your fiscal conclusion will assume the soft contours of a fat return.

You know what? That happened to me last year, when almost a grand appeared in my mailbox. This year? I’m sending about as much to theirs. I suppose this is a rite of passage, a recurring bullet point on this whole grown-up thing. Let me tell you, it hurts. It’s like, “Thanks a lot for taking so much out of my paycheck already, Uncle Sam, but let me give you more. Why don’t I bend over this desk and wait quietly for that gigantic federal dong to screw me. You know, the one tattooed with the big 1040.” And Uncle Sam’s like, “Well, yes.” Pictorially speaking,

“Desk. You. Now.”

The problem, I think, is we’re used to getting something for our buck, whether it’s a good or a service. Abstractions such as “freedom,” “safety,” or “infrastructure” just don’t pass muster. The IRS needs to send taxpayers key rings, big ones, so we can at least say, “I paid $1500 to get this shitty trinket.” And then we can bend over for next April, key rings and all.