Apr 18 2008
The weekend before we were scheduled to head out for our cruise, I was helping my mom pack.
As I was leaving her home she hands me something from the IRS. I open it up and see that it’s a notice stating that she might be eligible to receive the economic stimulus payment that I’ve heard so much about.
I had no time to deal with her taxes and figured I’d deal with it when we got back.
The form looked simple and I hadn’t even packed my own bags as yet and it wasn’t high on my list of things to do. BUT the thought of an extra 300 bucks for mom was a welcome one.
We get home and I’m exhausted on many levels. I had a sore throat (currently morphed into a cold) but I needed to plow through all this deferred stuff.
I read the instructions. I overthink.
Mom gives me various forms. It’s times like that when I wish I had a daughter to do things for me, you know? Well, actually I donâ€™t, as I’m not all that willing for people to do things for me. This is due to my associating help with being weak.
It takes me longer than it should and some calls to mom to verify a few things and as I write “Stimulus Payment” on the top of the form as instructed I am suddenly struck by a vision.
I’d seen this instruction for over an hour. I guess I had a delayed reaction.
I had this image of those words in the memo section of a check.
The check is passed from a man to a woman.
I can’t be the only one whose mind got lost in some hidden corner in a dark alley, found it’s way into the back seat of a car?
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