Well it is Tax season, and the morons seem to come out in droves.....
Today's gem.
I work at a patriotic named tax prep place in a small town,
(background) Since hubby is active duty navy and I can explain a LES (leave and earning statement) without thinking, My boss has actually titled me with the official military expert (i take care of our location and get calls from our other one.)
This guy comes in saying he was discharged from the Marines and has disability, unemployment etc. and has to pay back his enlistment bonus. The receptionist immediately defers to me.
SC: *refuses to hand me W2s etc* How much can I get back
Me: Well i can input it into the computer and get that amount for you
SC: No this is sensitive information and classified, i want my refund
Me: Sir, in my other job, i have government clearance and there is a confidentiality clause here at this job. I will not discuss your info with anyone but you, and the IRS.
SC: No I made roughly $XXX.99 How much will i get back. And what branch do you deal with?
Me: Sir, I can not tell you until I see the details, ie how much was held federally etc. And my husband is Navy.
SC: NO. DAMNIT YOU WILL TELL ME
Me: .....*pauses to remain polite* Sir. If you do not give me information, I can not complete this 'mission'
SC: Ok.
Me: are you married?
SC: Why are you hitting on me?
Me: *facepalm* No. I need to know for your filing status
SC: Yes married.
Me: OK Are you living together or separated and are you filing jointly
SC: Yes I live with the b*tch. Why the hell do you care?
Me: Sir I am trying to gather the information to prepare your return properly
SC: Well you can f*ck off.
Me; EXCUSE ME?
SC: You heard me you can suck my (insert male part here) while you are at it!
ME:
Ok Sir you need to leave...NOW
SC: Yeah I will leave after you suck me like a good sailor would that is all they are good for and you are probably just a f*g hag.
Me: That is it! Get the hell out of my office and never come back. *Takes all the self control she has to not throw the papers at him*
SC: Oh I see how it is, don't wanna suck it huh? Probably not any good at it.
Me: GET OUT OR I AM CALLING THE POLICE
SC: *starts to walk out still ranting and raving not nice comments about sailors
Me: *turns to co worker* Well, I can see he was discharged for mental reasons
SC: How did you know? *Leaves out the door*
Today's gem.
I work at a patriotic named tax prep place in a small town,
(background) Since hubby is active duty navy and I can explain a LES (leave and earning statement) without thinking, My boss has actually titled me with the official military expert (i take care of our location and get calls from our other one.)
This guy comes in saying he was discharged from the Marines and has disability, unemployment etc. and has to pay back his enlistment bonus. The receptionist immediately defers to me.
SC: *refuses to hand me W2s etc* How much can I get back
Me: Well i can input it into the computer and get that amount for you
SC: No this is sensitive information and classified, i want my refund
Me: Sir, in my other job, i have government clearance and there is a confidentiality clause here at this job. I will not discuss your info with anyone but you, and the IRS.
SC: No I made roughly $XXX.99 How much will i get back. And what branch do you deal with?
Me: Sir, I can not tell you until I see the details, ie how much was held federally etc. And my husband is Navy.
SC: NO. DAMNIT YOU WILL TELL ME
Me: .....*pauses to remain polite* Sir. If you do not give me information, I can not complete this 'mission'
SC: Ok.
Me: are you married?
SC: Why are you hitting on me?
Me: *facepalm* No. I need to know for your filing status
SC: Yes married.
Me: OK Are you living together or separated and are you filing jointly
SC: Yes I live with the b*tch. Why the hell do you care?
Me: Sir I am trying to gather the information to prepare your return properly
SC: Well you can f*ck off.
Me; EXCUSE ME?
SC: You heard me you can suck my (insert male part here) while you are at it!
ME:

SC: Yeah I will leave after you suck me like a good sailor would that is all they are good for and you are probably just a f*g hag.
Me: That is it! Get the hell out of my office and never come back. *Takes all the self control she has to not throw the papers at him*
SC: Oh I see how it is, don't wanna suck it huh? Probably not any good at it.
Me: GET OUT OR I AM CALLING THE POLICE
SC: *starts to walk out still ranting and raving not nice comments about sailors
Me: *turns to co worker* Well, I can see he was discharged for mental reasons
SC: How did you know? *Leaves out the door*
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