Posted by: Leese on: November 3, 2008
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Posted by: Leese on: October 17, 2008
… not that I don’t understand them but after a long day at work staring at numbers and percentages and the blubber heads on tv are talking in NOTHING BUT numbers and percentages, I tend to glaze over and search for a Project Runway rerun.
Anyway.. my husband usually explains it to me this way:
YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING ON A BED, SHEET AND PILLOW THAT WERE TAXED.. BRUSH YOUR TEETH WITH TOOTHPASTE THAT WAS TAXED, USING THE WATER THAT’S ALSO TAXED.. YOU DRIVE TO WORK IN A CAR THAT WAS TAXED USING GAS THAT’S TAXED. YOU WORK FOR 8 HOURS AND HAVE YOUR PAYCHECK TAXED THEN DRIVE HOME FROM WORK USING MORE TAXABLE GAS. iF YOU DON’T FEEL LIKE COOKING (SODA IS TAXED!) AND WANT TO EAT OUT OR HAVE SOMETHING DELIVERED.. THAT’S TAXED. YOU SIT DOWN ON FURNITURE THAT WAS TAXED WATCHING CABLE OR USING THE INTERNET THAT’S TAXED. DON’T YOU THINK WE’RE TAXED ENOUGH?
Good point, huh? My husband’s awesome.
But the other morning I was driving to work and heard this on the radio and thought it was cool so I found it on the net and figured you might like it just as much:
Suppose that every day, 10 men go out for beer and the bill for all 10 comes to $100.00. If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this:
- Man 1, 2, 3 and 4 (the poorest) would pay $0.00
- Man 5 would pay $1.00
- Man 6 would pay $3.00
- Man 7 would pay $7.00
- Man 8 would pay $12.00
- Man 9 would pay $18.00
- Man 10 (the richest) would pay $59.00
So, that’s what they decided to do.
The 10 men drank in the bar every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve.
“Since you are all such good customers,” he said, “I’m going to reduce the cost of your daily beers by $20. “
Drinks for the 10 now cost just $80.00
The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes so Man 1, 2, 3 and 4 were still unaffected. They would still drink for free.
But what about the other six men? The paying customers? How could they divide the $20.00 windfall so that everyone would get his “fair share”? They realized that $20.00 divided by 6 is $3.33. But if they subtracted that from everybody’s share, then Man 5 and Man 6 would each end up being paid to drink his beer.
So the bar owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce eaxh man’s bill by roughy the same amount and he proceeded to work out the amounts each would pay.
- Man 5 (like Man 1, 2, 3 and 4) would now pay nothing (100% savings)
- Man 6 now paid $2.00 instead of $3 (33% savings)
- Man 7 now paid $5.00 instaed of $7 (28% savings)
- Man 8 now paid $9.00 instead of $12.00 (25% savings)
- Man 9 now paid $14.00 instead of $18.00 (22% savings)
- Man 10 now paid $49.00 insted of $59.00 (16% savings)
Each of the 6 was better off than before and the first four continued to drink for free, but once outside the restaurant, the men began to compare their savings.
“I only got a dollar out of the $20,” declared Man 6. He pointed to Man 10, “but he got $10″.
“Yea, that’s right, ” proclaimed Man 5. “I only saved a dollar, too. It’s unfair that he got TEN times more then I.”
“That’s true!” shouted Man 7. “Why should he get $10 back when I got only 2? The wealthy get all the breaks!”
“Wait a minute,” yelled Man 1, 2, 3 and 4 in unision. “We didn’t get anything at all. The system exploits the poor!”
The 9 men surrounded the 10 man and beat him up!
the next night, Man 10 didn’t show up for drinks, so the 9 sat down and had beers without him. But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something very important.. they didn’t have enough money between all of them for even half the bill!
And that’s just how our tax system works! The people who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy and they just may not show up anymore.
In fact, they might start drinking overseas where the atmosphere is somewhat friendlier!
Posted by: Leese on: October 14, 2008
… okay, so I think it’s about time for a post that’s alittle more light hearted then what’s usually been posted and just re-ephasises just how new I am to Delaware County.
Yep.. I got called for Jury Duty.
Let me preface this by saying that I really don’t mind Jury Duty. When I lived in Philly the Jury Commission did everything possible to get people to show. Even re-modeling the holding cell jury room and serving stale bagels and nasty donuts provided for by the money received from the fines of no-shows.
NOTE: Just a thought. Considering the the amount of the fine :: which I think was about $150.00 :: you’d think they’d at least serve FRESH stuff? Then again, this was during the Street administration so what does one really expect? And by the way, if you saw the gang-rush of people trampling each other for that crap, let’s just say that it’s better to pack your own!
So anyway… back in August I get this thick envelope containing my official 4 page notice :: love the lime green ink! :: complete with a 4 page questionairre wanting to know everything about me :: including the location of every mole and beauty mark ::. I had to laugh. In Philly the notice and questionairre was one of those postcards where you had to rip off the sides and bottom .. inevitably tearing through the notice and the questions consisted of:
So needless to say, I had to run out and buy a box of pens to fill this one out! But I do and mail it back the next day. As a Newbie to the county, I didn’t want to be the one that puts the grind to it’s justice system!
My show date was September 24th and I was instructed to call the night before with my special number to see if I needed to appear.
I put the notice on my dresser and promptly forgot about it.
Now, I KNEW that the date was the end of September but for the life of me, I thought it was for the 29th. So let’s fast forward to the NIGHT of the 24th and while cleaning off my dresser, I find the notice.
Um. Yea. GULP!
I immediately show my husband and say, “Oh Shit, now what?”
The Delco native that he is says, “You better call them tomorrow or they’ll have a warrent out on you.”
At first I thought he was joking but considering how hard ass they are about actually stopping at stop signs, I figured I better head his warning. My thought was that it would REALLY suck to get arrested for NOT doing something that I actually really like doing.
So I call on the 25th.
Remember: I’m from dysfunctional Philly.
A woman named Betty picked up the phone on like, the second ring. No voice mail, no annoying prompts. Nothing. Just Betty.
I quickly go into my story… professing sorrow and apologies.. and she was like, “Well, we don’t have your questionairre”
Holy Crap… I SWEAR I mailed it in the next day! Honest!
Not a problem. “Probably got lost in the mail, ” she said. “Always happens?”
Can you say T-W-I-L-I-G-H-T Z-O-N-E??
Was she for real? Did she drink Kool-Aid? Was this a some sick twisted joke to lull me into complacency before a policeman showed up at my door?
Nope. Just Betty.
She says she will fax me another questionairre and that I can reschedule.
No problem, I say.
She asks me what date I want to reschedule for?
Huh?
Do you have a calander, she asks?
“Umm, ” I stammer.
She’s getting alittle annoyed with me because let’s face it, this is a really easy process. I tell her it really doesn’t matter… she asks me if my job will reimburse me for Jury Duty.. I said it does.. she says just let her know the date when I fax the questionairre back to her.
Done deal.
I get the fax, complete the paperwork, fax it back indicating that anytime after the second week of October would be fine. Might as well fell a little important, right?
So a few days letter I get the little post card in the mail .. my new date? October 15th.
Cool. I tell my boss and everything is fine.
So last night I go to call the number to see if I’m needed and guess what? No number on the postcard. Okay.. guess because I already scheduled I just have to go. No free get-out card this time. The best part is is that I don’t have to be there until 9am so the morning Get-The-Kids-To-School mess isn’t as intense and I can hang out with the hubby alittle longer.
I emailed my boss to let her know that there is STILL a possibility that I’ll be in work considering that there was no number to call.. and away I go.
We won’d discuss me getting lost trying to find the courthouse parking lot. Don’t ask. I’m not telling.
But I go in and present my card to the woman and guess what?
TODAY IS OCTOBER 14TH, dumbass!!
Usually I’m a day late and a dollar short… LOL!
So now I have a conumdrum. I can’t take off work on the 15th. Just can’t. No possibility.
So I drive to my office and decide to fax Betty again :: the original paperwork and fax were in my desk :: because frankly, I was too embarrassed to call. I apologize again profusely, attach supporting documentation from my job as to why I can’t come in on the 15th and could I please, please, PLEASE be rescheduled??
Guess what? Betty calls me. And the whole converstation back in September? Yea… had it again. Only THIS time I was prepared.
October 27th is my new date.
PLEASE CAN SOMEONE REMIND ME!!!
BTW.. not to pat myself on the back but she did offer to excuse me completely. But like I said, I do like Jury Duty!
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