Well, now I’ve got to mosey on down to the bank, where I can sit around and collect cobwebs while waiting for Aunt Joan’s bank statements from three months before she died, because–it’s been over a year since we buried her–the government wants more paperwork.
It’s not like she left any money. She died broke. Her heirs will inherit nothing. So why can’t they drop it already?
Well, they have to find something for all that bureaucracy to do, don’t they? Otherwise we might wonder why our taxes have to keep on funding it.
Really, I can’t imagine who benefits by this. Except the bureaucracies.
It is really ridiculous, almost on par with armed government workers
coming onto private land and condemning it because a little stream of water runs through, and they can’t have anyone polluting the stream because it supports “rare” animals. Rare, my foot. The animals didn’t work all their lives to make the money to buy the land.
And of course it turns out that I was asking for the wrong bank account, out of many, and the work has to be done all over again.
My goodness, but this has become ridiculous.