Due to a misunderstanding, I have a rather substantial obligation to an agency of the United States Government which due to potential repercussions, I prefer to leave nameless. What I’ll do is change the name to protect the guilty. I’ll call them The Infernal Revenue Service.
After having discussions with numerous agencies within this Super Agency, I have made no progress in over a year of trying to make a deal with them. Monday, I showed up to speak with someone face to face. I arrived at 10:00 in the morning and they informed me they had no one available to see me until after 3:30 that afternoon. Could I come back then? I replied I had a job that not only helped me pay my back debt, but at the same time created a new income stream for them by providing additional taxable income; an absolute win/win for The Infernal Revenue Service.
This morning I set my clock for 6:30 so I could be there in line by 7:30 and could, hopefully, see someone today. At 7:30 I was number 15 in line. At 8:30 they allowed the first 10 people in line to enter the building and escape the heat and humidity that was making the wait outside nearly unbearable. By this time there were another 30+ people behind me in line.
I get in. My call number is #909. They immediately call #402. I think I’m going to die here. But it turns out all the numbers were not in order. Leave it to the government to make things run smoothly. At least I’m sitting and there is AC.
Finally, I get called and the lady behind the glass was wonderful. Yeah. Surprised me too.
After explaining the situation and what I hoped to accomplish, we came up with a solution that although, not exactly what I wanted, was acceptable to them and to me. But…
I had to leave. Go to my bank and bring them a Cashier’s Check, because they don’t take debit/credit cards. The lovely lady behind the glass did give me a “Get out of Jail Free” that allowed me to return without waiting another hour in line.
I give her the check. She’s happy. I’m not happy, but slightly content that I’m finally making progress towards ending this showdown.
As she sets me up for an on-line payment account, she mentions there is a fee to do this. I’m thinking it’s about $20 for a simple software app to do this in about a nanosecond, but it’s $120. But the good news is… they will deduct it from my first payment. Jump for friggin’ joy.
So progress has been made. I was compelled to write this out of aggravation. I have no doubt since it reflects negatively on an agency of the Federal Government, that they are watching, reading and probably tapping my phone. I will probably go to prison or be shot/hanged/lethally injected for daring to question my government that gives billions of dollars to foreign countries that hate us, but won’t listen to a simple explanation of how a simple mistake created thousands of dollars of debt for me and show a modicum of understanding and forgiveness.
Remember the old Peter Sellers movie, The Mouse that Roared, about Grand Fenwick, the tiny, insolvent country that declared war on America, then immediately surrendered and collected foreign aid? I think I’m taking my bean shooter and squirt gun and heading for Washington.