It Happens Every Year

Judging by my errant Super Bowl prediction in last Friday’s blog, you can see why despite more than 30 trips to Las Vegas, I remain as far away from the casino floor as possible. I would be better off just handing the dealers a wad of cash instead of going through the machinations of a pointless exercise in futility.

I can only imagine the results if I took a sudden interest in astrology. Would anyone really want me to read their horoscope?

But with tax season almost upon us, I’m going to make another bold prediction – and that being come April 16, nearly 70 percent of the people whom either I call or contact me, will swear up and down like an angry boson’s mate who forgot to pack the rum, that 2014 was their last 1040 Tsunami  – period.

Fine, I tell them, we can help with that.

But wanna bet how many will begin rethinking that strategy come July?

We have a saying in our company that “time kills all deals,” and that axiom can be readily applied to practitioners whose memories of working nights and weekends become fuzzier as April disappears in the distance.

“Looking back I guess it wasn’t really that bad!”

“We made it through didn’t we?”

Sound familiar?

Then when the process is repeated the following year, the annual pledge to begin planning an exit strategy begins anew. And so it goes.

But come April, I think I’m going to take a different approach.

I’m going to mimic the NSA and begin recording my conversations with those disgruntled and weary practitioners. So, if I find myself suddenly hearing the familiar refrain of “maybe next year” or someone’s recall of a particularly brutal filing season suddenly becomes more evasive than a mob witness, I’ll have evidence to the contrary.

At the risk of another bold prediction I believe Peyton Manning won’t be back next season – there’s no way he’s going to do his best impression of a CPA and forget what happened to him on Sunday. And I’m sure it hurt a lot more than getting hit with a pile of 1040s.