Gut Rumbles
 

June 22, 2006

maybe some light

... and I hope it ain't a train coming at me. I talked to my "Personal Banker" today, and he gave me a name and number to call about my IRS problems. I like the way he summed things up:

"Hell, Rob, I WANNA help you! Trust me... I would much rather have your $60,000 in one of MY managed accounts than see it go to the IRS!!! Guys like YOU are how I make my living!"

Heh. I called the number he gave me and guess what? I think I went to high school with that lawyer's brother. Small world, isn't it?

Reckon that might help me?

Comments

I dunno...did ya beat him up on the playground for being a bully? ;-)

Posted by: imp on June 22, 2006 04:09 PM

See?
I toldja it'd be okay... not easy, but okay in the end...

I'm s'happy for you!

Posted by: Stevie on June 22, 2006 04:16 PM

I know how you feel about lawyers but sometimes they're a necessary evil.

Posted by: Freddie on June 22, 2006 04:52 PM

It certainly couldn't hurt!

Posted by: Sandy on June 22, 2006 07:28 PM

Rob .. Ask Mr. Lawyer if he's a TAX lawyer. Just like proctologists don't do tonsils, lawyers have areas of expertise. DJS

Posted by: DJSloan/Houston on June 23, 2006 09:37 AM
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