[graciegirl]

Originally Posted by Boomer BeBack

This is another of my absolutely true stories. I swear.

Before we downsized to our geezer ranch style house, we lived on some acreage where we had built a new barn. We also had a swimming pool. One beautiful summer afternoon, I was entertaining several friends at one of those sangria sippin' girls only pool parties. We were all around age 50, give or take, at the time.

Well, we were having a great time when suddenly two really "old" guys (probably at least in their late 50's) came strolling right across the middle of the yard. They were carrying clipboards, of course.

I had backup so I called them over and asked them who in the heck they were.

"We're here to appraise the barn for property taxes," they answered practically in unison.

We invited them to swim with us and tried to ply them with sangria. But they were dedicated bureaucrats and would not be corrupted. But we did manage to at least chat them up a bit.

When their work there was done and they finally left, we laughed and said that maybe I got a deal on the barn tax. Oh yeah. We thought we were so darned cute. We were saying things like, "Hey, the legs are the last thing to go." and "Hey, they were way older than us even (right, uh huh) and everything is relative." and various other idiotic sangria soaked assessments of our perceived success with flirting with the tax guys.

Well, guess what. When the :edit: tax bill came, it was not even remotely a deal. Those tax guys we thought thought we were so utterly charming had assessed for TWO barns. I did not think I would ever get that mess straightened out at the courthouse.

The moral of the story: If you are going to flirt with the tax guy, make sure you still got it.

Boomer

Writing this down.

GracieGirl