Too keen
Since the government already has all my money, I want some back. This is not the cry of a Liberationist. Rather, it’s the low moan of a Canadian taxpayer. Our office is gearing up to generate all the necessary paperwork to allow hundreds of us to begin that most unbecoming of actions; begging the taxman to have a little mercy on our souls.
The good people at Future Shop advertise software to aid me. Since I’ve already learned my lessons, I will continue to purchase the brand that has already proven its fit to my mentality. Off I go, on a cold Saturday afternoon, with our supper of ribs already in the oven. Sorry. That advertised product isn’t in yet. I can see the makers of the Wii and PS3 falling behind in their deliveries, but taxation software?
Not one to waste a trip to Box Store Land, I decided to spend a little quality time in a huge hardware store, admiring the genius of the Dremel people. I bought a “knockoff” recently, so I’m open to investing in hundreds of tiny expensive drills, saws, grinding wheels and dog nail devices. I am a restrained shopper, so all I took away from my visit was a catalogue (all the better to dream over, in the privacy of my own home). However, on the way out, before my glasses froze up, I spotted a depot FULL of green garbage bins, all functionally identical to the one that was kidnapped earlier in the week.
The kidnappers have not tried to contact us again, which means that our bin may already have been sold to a new life as a garbage slave in some other home. Meanwhile, I have visions of a basement filling up with tiny white garbage babies. Home I go, to turn the responsibility for such an important decision over to the rest of the family; I don’t want to face the blame of having poorly chosen such a vital part of our environment.
The hard work done for today, I can settle back to a feed of ribs, safe in the knowledge that we now have a place to deposit the debris.
