First my niece who doesn’t read my blog mentioned to her mother that I should be famous for certain things rather than most celebrities so maybe there’s hope for my legacy.
On March 5. 2008 I took a Spirit airplane down here and began my unofficial residency. On March 31st last year I moved into this house!
My taxes were driving me crazy. Certain items wouldn’t fit into any part of any program I tried. I refused to send my taxes to my New York CPA on the grounds that I’m pretty sure his mistake got me audited. The audit sat on his desk for two months because “you sent it to me during tax season,” and he made some mistakes in my tax return.
I couldn’t deal with looking at my taxes anymore and didn’t want to go to a CPA. So I took them to Wal Mart. Yes Wal Mart. Where I had to explain what “cost basis” was, among other things, but five hours later between the very nice woman, the district manager who used a remote computer and me we got them done. It turned out I couldn’t find the places because there weren’t any places in regular programs for them, and the district manager did somethings she explained to me. I just had some weird stuff. Not much money but a lot of very weird items.
I can’t explain how happy this made me. Not only were my taxes done but I was finished with New York, except for the dentist, family and friends. My dentist(s) and I have gone through so much together I can’t give them up.
I was so excited after finishing at Wal Mart I called my sister who got out of her sick bed to be very excited also. Maybe when she comes to North Myrtle this summer, she’ll actually go into Wal Mart. Last year all she did was say “that’s so pretty. Where’s it from?” “Wal Mart.” “What a gorgeous street. Where does it go?” “Wal Mart.”
Happy Anniversary Pia. I am not sure I even knew Walmart had tax doers?
I wasn’t sure but figured they have almost everything else. I have privately been called a “real redneck” for doing this. I just really needed advice on where to plug in two things–and it turned out for certain reasons my taxes couldn’t be filed electronically this year–I would have spent a day trying to do that–the first tax preparer tried. It was interesting and I might go back next year
Walmart doing taxes, who’d guessed. Are they like used car places that also help you spend your tax refund? When I read the title of this post, I was thinking it had something to do with watching NASCAR!
Next year Sage. In boot camp all the women can talk about NASCAR better than most men
Wait, how come you have a giant smile and I get the scowl? Man, my emoticon on this page just makes me scowl.
You might be the only person I know who gets excited about Wal-Mart
Sorry TC. I promise I have nothing to do with the emoticons
Soon will be my 3 year anniversary of my first trip to Wal Mart. I’ll drag out the 40 pictures commemorating the occasion
Happy anniversary, darlin’. Welcome to the South. Although it would have been more redneck if you’d sat on the Wal-Mart patio furniture and waited while they did your taxes. Also, if you referred to it as Wal-Marts or THE Wal-Mart
All roads lead to Wal-Mart. I think there’s a song, or at least a poem in there somewhere. And yes, I know they took the hyphen out, but it’ll always be hyphenated to me.
You made me promise never to refer to it as The Wal Marts when I took all the pictures so you could have proof I actually went
And now I live just a short walk away. And more and more people are walking
Could anything be more patriotic than doing your taxes at Walmart?
I never thought of it that way, but yes you’re right. Except for all the things from China but the tax people were American )
When I worked at a scout camp, we could only leave the premises once per week. Well, we could technically leave any night that we had nothing to do as a part of our jobs, but it was only on the weekends that someone would be willing to take us out. Our standard night on the town (Concord, NH) consisted of a movie at a decrepit old theater and a trip to Wal Mart. To be fair, on our wages, that was about the peak of what we could afford.
I fully admit that not knowing the area, I was grateful for their camping supplies section. But the best part was how just about every single time, someone would clown on the people at the store. One of my friends went to the counter with a can of beef stew and an amount of money about fifty cents short, and he begged with the clerk, “Please, I need to eat tonight.”
And there was the jackass who tried to steal one of the vertical red poles outside the store, not noticing the Wal Mart employee who was watching his every move.
Good times.
Congrats on going native. I still wish you’d come up here though =P
I would say the weather….but after the long cold windy winter, well uh, and now it’s all rainy
But I will be there. Probably in the fall