It’s a sign, a symbol fraught with foreboding consequences when I have to consider the fact that I was coerced into turning on the Air Conditioning for a little while yesterday. First Bluebonnets, then AC. And it’s not even Valentine’s Day yet. Today starts out gray and cloudy, and I’m sure it’s all that moisture which I could detect on yesterday’s breeze. Even my desktop feels like it’s damp right now — and I haven’t spilled any ink or coffee. Yet.
I knew the foreboding was about something. The Texas State Comptroller wants to collect a $50 fine for late sales tax. Get this, the amount I miscalculated was less than a dollar. Imagine that, a $50 fine for less than fifty cents in error and and in arrears. But I paid the miscalculated amount. And, after talking nicely to a “customer service representative,” I managed to talk them into waiving the $50 fine. It did seem a bit excessive.
