Another rich bastard

About a week ago a dude from one of the local payroll companies stopped by the office and dropped off some "tax season care packages" which is a small box filled with assorted snacks and junk food. A nice gesture, and I know I kept his business card as a result. Smart offering.

So this guy Mark, comes in to drop his information off. When I turn around he helps himself to our care packages!

Okay. Whatever.

Today a new accounts rep from Citibank came by with a couple boxes of chocolates. They were tax preparer chocolates with a chocolate adding machine in the middle. Very clever indeed.

And that guy Mark showed up again. He was whining like a little bitch that he owes taxes. Whoopty doo! You earn a bundle douschebag. Pay your taxes. Done.

So he dashes into the boss' office. I thought he would be in there a while so I head to the other end when I hear some noises near the door. I rush over in time to see Mark with a hand full of the chocolates. Not one piece. A HAND FULL!!!

Then he said, "Well, if I have to pay all these taxes, at least I'm getting something out of it," then he smirks and trots out slicker than melted butter on a heated Teflon pan.

So he thinks he's paying taxes to us now? What a petty cheap prick.