Boo: Um…what tornado tore through the house? It, uh, looks like it kind of smacked Missus in the face too.
Yeti: [Grimacing] Don’t tell me you have forgotten…. It’s tax season.
Boo: [Ducking] oNOOOOnonononono – I remember this – hide me!!! “Be afraid; be very-”
Yeti: Oh, you’re fine as long as you stay out of the papers and don’t scatter the stacks in your daily hubba hubba whoop whoops.
Boo: My what?
Yeti: Your blurry-furry-scurry hyper-pinball bounce-a-thons.
Boo: Do not talk to me like you don’t have those too.
Yeti: I do indeed. However, I do not charge into random objects in the process like you.
Boo: But now the stacks are everywhere!
Yeti: Don’t exaggerate. There’s a winding pathway cleared here and there – okay…it is a bit out of hand. But it’s temporary.
Boo: It’s eternal!
Yeti: It only seems that way.
Boo: That’s because time stops and you don’t notice it.
Yeti: If time stopped, she wouldn’t stress out over the deadline.
Boo: The line is dead?!? Wait – what line?
Yeti: What? No – the due date, for taxes. She has to send a fee to some place with letters…
Boo: The post office?
Yeti: Well, I guess they’re a step in it too. I mean the…oh, what is it? IRA? No…
Boo: The ER?
Yeti: If she keeps up the way she’s going, maybe…no…IRF or IRS or something…phooey, I don’t remember what it stands for – you know: the tax people.
Boo: The TP?
Yeti: [Scowls] Somehow I think that stands for something else…
Boo: So…tax people…tax people?
Yeti: Yes, they do.
Boo: How did you understand me? I didn’t even understand it.
Yeti: Who really understands taxes? I don’t think most people do.
Boo: Then why do they do it?
Yeti: I don’t know the why, but it seems they have to, like going to the vet to get unpleasant things extracted or probed.
Boo: I think I overheard someone say something about feeling probed in this process.
Yeti: [Wincing] No wonder they’re in such a foul mood. Just stay out of the way till it’s over. You can’t help anyway.
Boo: Maybe I can remind her to take a nap.
Yeti: Yes…good luck with that.
