i almost just failed a quiz about myself.
the irs was all, we just need you to answer a few questions before we can give you your adjusted gross income.
nice man from the IRS: what’s your social. (this one i answer with ease).
nice man again: what’s your address?
me: my current one? or the one i filed from last year?
man: give me both and we’ll see.
i give him both. but it’s neither.
me: hmm. well, i lived in Naperville for like a month, is it the one in Naperville?
nice man: yes. what’s that address?
i give it to him. but i cannot for the life of me remember the apartment number or zip code.
nice man now laughing at me: it’s ok. i can ask another question. what form did you file last year?
me: crap. i KNEW you were going to ask me that. i don’t know. the one turbo tax told me to file?
man: well. ok. it’s all right. you don’t have to get every question right.
me: i haven’t got ANY question right.
man: ok. ok. where did you work in 2007?
me: hmm. i worked in two places. i worked for gannett. and umm. the capital journal. who owned the capital journal? i cannot remember. FRICK!
man from the irs now taking pity on me: it’s ok. it’s ok. the gannett answer will do. here’s your agi.
and that’s when i realized that the government is wasting WAY too much time keeping tabs on me.