It's that last bit that would make me look for a new accountant though. I do get the part about the low audit rate, me too.
Iām more of an āallās well that ends wellā kind of guy, and heās so entertaining, itās almost worth it.
I do think this is probably his last year, though. MrsTās reluctance is that, for a couple of years, he was also a client of
hers, but heās stopped traveling and is onto other things.
Thatās one of the funny things about him - heās in his 70ās now, and heās a player - he loves the ladies, and every year or so, heās got some other kind of scheme going on to impress the women, and I always like seeing whatās next with him.
One year, it was gourmet cooking classes (āYou knowā¦a woman really loves a man who knows his way around the kitchenā¦ā), another year, he dabbled in stand-up comedy (āYou knowā¦a woman really loves a man who can make her laughā¦ā), ballroom dancing lessons (āYou know, a woman really loves a man who can move her around the dance floorā¦ā), etc.
This year, heās taking piano lessons (āYou knowā¦a woman really loves a man who can sing to herā¦ā). Heās a riot. The years he was ballroom dancing, he very poorly self-dyed his snow-white hair some weird, very unnatural rusty color, grew a pony tail and a Van Dyke, and was demonstrating his āmovesā in the office, which in addition to some swirls and dips, included a Michael Jacksonesque crotch grab.
Heās also super MAGA, and that means heās has a literal, actual shrine to Trump and Reagan in his office, complete with a little electric candle flickering between their facing 8x10 photos (āSee, President Reagan is advising and guiding President Trump. Theyāre talking!ā), and every year, thereās always something weirdly fascinating in his office that wasnāt there before - one year, it was a full punch bowl set, placed on the floor in front of his desk. This yearā¦a display of snowshoes (āI thought people might like to see those..ā).
I could go on and on. One year, I walked into his office, busiest time of the year for him, like a week before tax day, 4PM, and he was sprawled out behind his desk, sound asleep. Heās the kind of guy, if he were my neighbor, Iād be over there all the time, just to see what wacky crap he was getting up to that day.
The truth is, I do like him quite a bit as a person, because heās the kind of person I like - infinitely curious, open and free for the most part, and always for the next adventure, always in a good mood.
Iām waiting for him to take up skydiving next (āYou knowā¦a woman loves a man whoāll push her out of a perfectly good airplaneā¦ā).