Yes, I mean you, Internal Revenue Service. Without your yearly demands for scraps of paper from each of my employers, I might never get to have conversations such as the following one. I called up the HR department of a travel agency to which I gave five days of my life last year. Five days. One work week. Thanks again, IRS. Eventually I got through to Radheeka Nahasapeemapetilan (name changed only slightly to protect the stupid) and explained my situation. Here's my true-as-possible-to-life reconstitution of the conversation:
Me: Hi, I'm a former employee and I'd like you to send me a new W-2 as I've moved since working there.
Radheeka Nahasapeemapetilan: [note to readers -- it's only funny if you read her parts in an over-the-top Indian accent] Okay, let me pull out my records.... here we are. We sent you one already.
Me: Yes, I know, but it went to my old address. I didn't supply you with my new one. So I need a fresh W-2 sent out.
RN: We sent it to 2580 Northside Drive.
Me: Yes, I know, I don't live there anymore.
RN: Oh! You moved!
Me: [urge to kill rising]
RN: Okay, let me get your address. What is it?
Me: It's 6174...
RN: Do you have an email?
Me: What? Yes.
RN: Okay, why don't you email me your address, and if I don't get it I will have someone call you. My email is R-A-D-H-E-E-K-A dot N-A-H-A-S-A-P-E-E-M....
You can tell where this is going, people. It was like a bad Abbott and Costello bit, done over the phone as a Bob Newhart bit. But not as funny. I had actually been in the middle of giving her my address when she stopped me to give me her ridiculously long email address. I played along because I want my tax refund, but I'm just laying my money out now that Radheeka is going to be the weak link in this year's tax process.
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Hello, House of Phones? Yes, I need a battery for my cordless phone.
You don't carry batteries for cordless phones..Who should I call?
Uh Huh...House of Batteries.....
Uh, thanks.
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