That isn't funny, at all

Six Zeros

I had a meeting with a dull fellow named Ted.

“Meet me at 6:30, at my office”, he said.

I truly went with the best of intentions. But I already knew I couldn’t pay attention. You see, accounting and taxes are boring as hell. And accountants are pretty damned boring as well. He sat behind a big pile of folders, with three pens at the ready, lined up like soldiers.

He said, “We’ve some issues to discuss”, while waving ‘round papers, and making a fuss. You see accountants can be quite uppity chaps, if they get the feeling you just don’t give a crap.

He kept talking about something. I’m not quite sure what. My stomach was churning, so I was busy rubbing my gut. I think it was the egg sandwich which had given me gas. It was getting uncomfortable, so I let a bit pass. His papers were fluttering and then he began muttering. As his eyes watered and his nostrils flared, he said, “Here are your taxes which I’ve prepared.” He showed me a number, “This is how much you must pay!” I said “What’s the difference? I don’t have it anyway.”

I took the tax form, and one of his pens, charitably, adding six zeros to the end. As I left, I could hear him mumbling to himself and taking a flask he kept hidden behind the shelf. But, it’s not truly his fault you see, it’s clients like me, who make dull accountants drink heavily.