on January 10, 2012 You know how in that movie Meet Joe Black they cleverly combine death and taxes? Well after an attempt to send a form to the IRS today, I’m wondering how the Post Office fits in, and the Ferryman is all I can come up with.
I went into the Post Office with some coins–not in my eyes or mouth though. That would just look weird–and I waited to see someone. For the sake of a good myth lets call them Charon, or since it was a female, Sharon.
I asked Sharon to post my letter, and she said no because it had the wrong documentation in it. So, I asked what I needed to send my letter to the IRS, and she said: “I dunno”. Then she cast her dark glare of doom upon me. Her dark cowl was shadowing her face in an eerie manner, and there was a mad cackle somewhere behind me.
Realising that she would speak with me no more on the subject, I took my leave of the Post Office and ventured back into the world we know with a shiver running down my spine. (Well, it is Yorkshire in January. A light jacket is not the best clothing to choose.)
I wandered the streets for a hundred er, minutes (roughly), and then went home and logged onto the internet. Guess what. The document I needed is something I can get at The Post Office! That Ferry(wo)man is sly and sneaky as well as being quite scary.
Fuelled with a new purpose, and a some printed sheets of paper to protect me from her wrath, I ran back to the Post Office and asked Sharon for the document. Then finally my letter was able to cross the River Styx (er, counter) and get to the other side (of the tax world).
So yes, today was an exciting brush with The Ferryman (or Sharon as I like to call her), and I recommend checking the internet before you try to cross the River Styx or try to understand the Post Office.