Today is Tax Day, when all good patriotic Americans proudly write out and mail checks to the IRS, secure in the knowledge that taxes are the price we pay for a civilized society.
I am a good patriotic American. I owe taxes. I am prepared to pay my taxes, without grumbling. Except for one minor thing.
I can’t find my checkbook.
After much frustrated searching through jacket pockets and purses, under piles of paper, I finally remembered where I last used it: at my hair stylist.
So it looks like I’ll be spending my lunch hour driving to the hair stylist, writing out checks to state and nation and mailing them.
Moral of the story: always put your checkbook back in your purse.