You want to kiss him, right? But he has a full beard and a very messy office and a bit of a Monk-like personality (he pointed this out, I didn't) so you just sit there giggling like a lunatic.
Let's face it. Good news is hard to handle.
So you begin to fret once you've left his office. Did he figure it right? Can it be true? Or will the friendly (?) old IRS come back on you months down the line and say, "Oops, sorry, there was a mistake. YOU actually owe US a zillion dollars."
I suppose if that happens you could always claim insanity. You could always blame it on your CPA. Oops, he's left town, no forwarding address.
Nooooo. We've only used a tax man for the past two years and he's done us well. Last year we had to pay a bunch of money but that was okay because we earned a bunch. This year the income went way down and, behold, so did the taxes.
So there's the secret. Don't make a bunch of money. Don't pay a bunch of money.
There's something to be said for poverty.
