Good story, I agree.
An AUDIT, foul word, fouler experience, and mine was a "good" one.
I spent painful months and hundreds of hours preparing for the miserable thing. Went over and memorized every damn piece of paper I had for that year. Went in with all the paper and a written list of what they could find, good and bad. It amounted to small change. I sat in the IRS office and watched the examiner as she looked over the paperwork she had, never even asking for mine. Finally she snorted in disgust and said, with some venom "You should not be here. I'm going to fix it so you can't come back for a long time." Struck me as a tough lady. I don't know what she did, but I've not been audited in near 20 years since, knock wood.
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