Moonlightballroom

I met Tony last week in the mall and he was going on about two of his best friends and how much money they spend. Actually, the discussion stemmed from Tony’s frustration about having to pay the tax man a wad of money, that he feels he didn’t owe. The poor guy was bursting at the seams when he thought of his friends both collecting large income tax refunds last year. And get this, he protested, "they didn’t work at all last year." He said that he had to wake up before the cocks begin to crow for a two-hour commute to his job. After a nine-hour day he would repeat the drama by swerving in and out of fast moving vehicles as he returned home.  I had to run so I couldn’t explain to Tony about how tax refunds work. I hope I can catch up with him before he spoils his relationship with his buddies.