The shoe falls not far from the tree

So. An update on the income tax problems I’ve been dealing with of late: As I predicted, the IRS has been in contact with me again.

Saturday, I received a lengthy letter from the fine folks in the IRS explaining their current take on my situation. Apparently, they had assigned a team of auditors to combing through my 2006 tax return (a team? Really? I warrant the attention of a team of people at the IRS?), and that team had discovered certain…irregularities in my tax return. The very one that at first they claimed I didn’t file.

Anyway, it turns out, or so they say, that I somehow neglected to take a deduction to which I was entitled, with the result being that I overpaid my 2006 taxes by one hundred and forty-four dollars and seventeen cents.

Which explains the check I got in the mail last week.

So that’s, y’know, sorted and all, and apparently the IRS now considers the whole matter closed. Hell, if that’s what happens every time I get audited, they can audit me whenever they like!

In news of the less-good variety, my roommate David’s situation is not much improved after we were hit by a car on the way home from work.

The car that hit us was owned by a company, not an individual. The guy who hit us was unlicensed, had no ID, and was apparently illegal as well. Since then, David’s been on the phone with his insurance and with the company’s insurance for endless hours.

The guy who owns the company has been…um, “recalcitrant” would be a kind word for it. “A fucking double-barreled asshole with a side order of assholesauce” would be better. He’s been refusing to talk to his own insurance company about the accident, has been evading phone calls, and has generally made himself so disagreeable and unpleasant that his insurance company has canceled his policy and denied the claim. (There is, as it turns out, a clause in his policy specifying that he is obligated to cooperate with his insurance policy in the event of an accident.)

So David’s not getting anything from the owner’s insurance. The good news is that he has uninsured motorist coverage; the bad news is that it’s got a $1500 deductible, and his car is worth…well, you can guess the rest.

The only ray of hope in all this mess is that his insurance company is pursuing the guy vigorously, and if they prevail, he’ll get the full value of his car. If, y’know, they prevail. And stuff.