guy calls me:
Smart Guy: "Hey, JB..you can do my taxes."
Me: "Are you asking me or telling me?"
silence
Me: "Yes, I can do your taxes"
Smart Guy: "how much?"
Me: "Well, that's hard to say...I would need to see what you have."
Smart Guy: Well all I have is one W-2 because I aint going to pick up the other two from where I used to work because Karl told me that If I did not get the W-4s, I don't need to claim those jobs."
silence...as I feel the vein in my head throb
Smart Guy: to pay ya, I can plow your drive cuz I gots a big plow on my truck and I live in West Liberty can I deduct that I can't keep it in the yard no more cause I knocked down the corner of the porch and Jody got pissed."
Me: "Ok...we need to find a time for us to sit down and see what you have"
Smart Guy: "Smackin!"
Smart Guy: "So how much is it gonna cost and how much do you think I'll get back cuz I wanna get a new grill ill cook ya up some ribs I make the best damn ribs the secret is I use that fancy mustard."
Me: "That's great...do you want to get together this weekend?"
Smart Guy: "Naaaa...not this weekend, man....Me and Karl are going down to the gun show I like guns"
Me: "OK"
Smart Guy: "BANG!!!!" "Did I scare you?"
I hung up....and then I blocked the number. Perhaps that was wrong...it was definately not polite, but in my defense, I had just been shot. I just can not take any more stupidity in my life. Where do they grow these people and why do they find me?