| Note:
Sometimes
a story comes along that needs no polishing or enhancement to make
it better. This is one of those. It is a real letter submitted to
the IRS in the midst of 1995's weird and bizarre denial of
dependents, exemptions and credits. The letter speaks for itself.
Dear Sirs:
I am responding to your letter
denying the deduction for two of the three dependents I claimed on
my 1994 Federal Tax return. Thank you. I have questioned whether or
not these are my children for years. They are evil and expensive.
It's only fair that, since they are minors and no longer my
responsibility, the government should know something about them and
what to expect over the next year. Please do not try to reassign
them to me next year and reinstate the deduction.
They are yours!
The oldest, Kristen,
is now 17. She is brilliant. Ask her! I suggest you put her to work
in your office where she can answer people's questions about their
returns. While she has no formal training it has not seemed to
hamper her mastery of any subject you can name. Taxes should be a
breeze. Next year she is going to college. I think it's wonderful
that you will now be responsible for that little expense. While you
mull that over, keep in mind that she has a truck. It doesn't run at
the moment, so you have the choice of appropriating some Department
of Defense funds to fix the vehicle, or getting up early to drive
her to school.
Patrick
is 14. I've had my suspicions about t his one. His eyes are a little
closer together than those of normal people. He may be a tax
examiner himself one day, if he is not incarcerated first. In
February, I was awakened at three in the morning by a police officer
who was bringing Pat home. He and his friends were TP'ing houses. In
the future, would you like him delivered to the local IRS office, or
to Ogden, UT? Kids at 14 will do almost anything on a dare.
His hair is purple. Permanent dye, temporary dye, what's the big
deal? Learn to deal with it. You'll have plenty of time, as he is
sitting out a few days of school after instigating a food fight in
the cafeteria. I'll take care of filing your phone number with the
vice principal.
Heather
is an alien. She slid through a time warp and appeared as if by
magic one year. I'm sure this one is yours. She is 10 going on 21.
She came from a bad trip in the sixties. She wears tie-dyed clothes,
beads, sandals, and hair that looks like Tiny Tim's. Fortunately you
will be raising my taxes to help offset the pinch of her remedial
reading courses. "Hooked On Phonics" is expensive, so the
schools dropped it. But here's the good news! You can buy it
yourself for half the amount of the deduction that you are denying
me! She wears hats backwards, baggy pants, and wants one of her ears
pierced four more times. There is a fascination with tattoos that
worries me, but I am sure that you can handle it. Bring a truck when
you come to get her, she sort of "nests" in her room and I
think that it would be easier to move the entire thing than find out
what it is really made of.
You denied two of the three
exemptions, so it is only fair that you get to pick which two you
will take. I prefer that you take the youngest two, I will still go
bankrupt with Kristen's college, but then I am free! If you take the
two oldest, then I still have time for counseling before Heather
becomes a teenager. If you take the two girls, then I won't feel so
bad about putting Patrick in a military academy.
Please let me know of your
decision as soon as possible, as I have already increased the
withholding on my W-4 to cover the $395 in additional tax and made a
down payment on an airplane.
Yours truly,
Bob
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