The Tooth, The Whole Tooth

While driving to have our taxes prepared by our personal accountant, my wife and I agreed that the arduous process amounts to having a tooth extracted. It was imagined pain worthy of only the analogy and the task before us. Thirty minutes into the audit, our accountant got sidetracked from line item deductions. Once she reached for her mouth, I knew it was all over. She dove into a four minute soliloquy about having a tooth pulled. I slumped lower in my chair and sat there in unaccountable disbelief. I thought to myself, how do you think we feel? She had no idea. I cringed listening to her detailed explanation about the bloody procedure. She rambled on about the whole tooth and nothing but the tooth. I never once thought about The Daniel Blume Award for Excellence in Reporting. This was no longer imagined pain. Achingly so, this was the real McCoy.

Having our finances scrutinized for tax preparation is a lot like a bad trip to the dentist. But when your own accountant complains about a tooth pull too, it reminds me that at least my dentist gives anesthesia.