True story: Someone implied I was an angel. And not in that creepy way either.
I’m at Starbucks and the guy across from me has a small mountain of IRS letters. As I’m taking off my headphones he starts kvetching about his problems with the IRS. He’s an older guy and retired. He has a tax person but they suck. Being on a fixed income my new friend doesn’t have a lot of cash. I recommended he check out the senior center in his town. They offer all types of free help.
And now I’m an angel.
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