A few weeks ago I was at a stop sign, turning right into the dual lane Highway 160.  Turn signal on, complete stop, look both ways, a white car is coming towards me from the left in the outside lane which is the one I’m going into.  That car had to be about 300 yards from me and the speed limit is 45.  For a brief second I thought it might be a cop car, but there was no bar across the top, no lights on, and I had plenty of time to pull out.

There also was no traffic on the inside lane.  I pulled out, and the car came up behind me so fast, he was doing at least 60, I thought at first he was going to hit me.  Then the lights came on and the blaring “bwahhhaaa” from the speakers.  I already had my right turn signal on to pull into a fast food joint and I turned, he turned right behind me and hit the noise maker again.  I stopped, he pulled up directly beside me and stopped.

I rolled down my window and asked what I did.  He stayed in the car and yelled at me through the window.  “You didn’t yield to me!”

Oh really? I’m not into smart mouthing cops because all you do is punish yourself when you do. I said, “I had plenty of time.”

He said, “I’m on a call, so I’m not going to take the time to write you a ticket, but what you just did is what causes accidents. You have to yield.”

I apologized, guess that was good enough, and he went on down the road.

FK!  I was steaming over it even hours after it happened.  First, I did not break the law. Second, if he hadn’t been driving that fast in a 45 MPH zone, he would never have ran right up on me. Third, if he’s on a call, why not turn on the frigging lights and a siren and bust ass, even if he had to move into the inside lane to scoot to destination unknown?

His whole attitude was that I had forced him to pull me over when he was busy doing something else and I was a PITA to him.  FK, FK, FK!

The next issue is the IRS.  I owe.  I didn’t file my taxes for a coupla years and then when I did, I was penalized a sum that makes me want to puke.  Stupidity on my part, no doubt of that, but the long and short of it is that I actually borrowed the money to pay my tax person to do my taxes…yah…I’m broke like everyone else I know, but I should have done it a couple of years ago and saved penalties.

I sent letters to the IRS, it’s all a whacked out mess IMHO.  I owe corporate taxes and personal taxes, and I’ve gotten nowhere with the letters – even though they say you can write them.  I made the trip into Vegas on Tuesday, specifically to visit the IRS office and speak with an agent to set up a payment plan for both personal and business.

The office is hard to find – even with Google maps – I pulled into the parking garage that charges $3 per half hour, went through the process of taking my shoes off and all the BS involved in visiting a federal office, and Riot was with me, they almost wouldn’t let him take his DS in – “Does it have a camera?  What is it?”

I got to the counter to get a number and wait – all this by 1:30 p.m. The woman behind the counter told me they were not taking anymore victims for the day.  REALLY?  Your website says no appointment necessary, walk-in between 8:30 am – 4:30 pm.

She was cold as ice and I would’ve loved to have drilled her right between the eyes.  She said the best time to get there was at 8:30 am.  I told her I lived 70 miles out.  She could’ve cared less.  I also told her their little sign in the front that states their hours of operation also had the hands set for 4:30 pm and it was 1:30 pm.  She could’ve cared less.

I wasn’t as polite as I could’ve been.  But who gives a shit?

I don’t get it.  How can you offer services until 4:30 pm and at 1:30 pm tell every one they’re out of luck, come back another day?

Oh yeah, they’re the government, if you don’t like it, go have unilateral sex with yourself.

It gives you a good understanding of why they make you walk through metal detectors and take off your shoes, etc.

So…I have no win.  I will call tomorrow and hope they don’t outsource to China or India or somewhere that I don’t end up with someone that I can’t understand anything they are saying.  If that doesn’t resolve the situation, I will be up at 5:30 am next week on Tuesday to make the drive in to be there by 8:30 to get in line and wait 8 weeks for an agent to see me and hope the guy or gal that comes in at 1:30 and is told they aren’t seeing anymore victims for the day doesn’t have plastic explosives in their bag.  AND pay $3 for every half hour I’m in their garage.  Yippeee!