Your best excuse for failing to get your tax return done on time . . .
The telephone call had left me sweaty and afraid. Was the "tax office" serious? My mother had recently told me of the existence of my brother whom I had thought dead. But how could he have known by looking at my tax return that I was his brother? It didn't matter now; the only thing that mattered was my abject failure to meet commitments, and somehow this had been the reason for the void opening and swallowing my 1993 tax return.
How could my brother ever think that protecting me (or was it really protecting himself) from ridicule for simple arithmetic errors by filing the tax return in the Wagga Wagga Office without date-stamping or acknowledging its receipt, could possibly be the compensation for deserting me all those years ago! Still, the efficiency of the Tax Office had triumphed in the end, even if it was the result of the cleaner who, when tidying up the recently closed Wagga Wagga office, decided to have a joke on his bosses and posted the 1993 return in 2001.
Ha ha, the bastards were going to fine me. Was it justice or malice??
- Colin and Julie
An honourable mention goes to:
Dropped out of uni: got depressed
Closed a fruit shop due to Supermarket chains: got depressedGot savaged by a German Shepherd: got depressedWent bankrupt: got depressedGot a letter from the TAXMAN - oh s...
Got busted - S... Happens
Still no job, oh well
Life will look brighter with my new copy of MYOB to help me get my last four tax returns completed, before the man with the wig and hammer comes to get me- name withheld by request
