Sunday, May 03, 2009
Tales from the Tax Trenches Part Three
She's whispering so low I can barely hear her.
"Sheila," I say firmly,"You'll have to speak up."
"Oh God," she says,"The students outside my door will hear me!"
"What's going on?" I ask her, puzzled, I haven't heard from her in nearly five years and I don't chase my clients, too much energy wasted.
"Four years!" she's nearly crying now, "Four years I haven't filed!".
"Do you want to meet with me?" I offer politely,"I'll be in your neighbourhood tomorrow."
"Oh no, not here," she says, an edge of desperation in her voice, "But there's a coffee shop around the corner from the school, can we meet there?"
And we do. She keeps hiding her face from the many students that are coming and going with coffees and teas. Discreetly, she passes her files to me under the table and I slide them surreptitiously into a big black bag I carry for such a purpose.
Sheila is a responsible, caring, middle-aged high school principal.
With four years of unfiled taxes.
For other such tales see:
Tales from the Tax Trenches Part One
Tales from the Tax Trenches Part Two