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My taxes are submitted, and the returns are going to their various tax offices in various parts of the country. Fort Point Station was orderly but busy, with a predicted wait time of 21 minutes, and an actual wait time of a couple more minutes than that. A postal cop was on duty in the small, crowded parking lot to keep order.

Two of my envelopes were too heavy to go out as a one-ounce letter, so I was glad I went to the post office to make sure I had enough postage on them.

I wished the postal clerk luck with tomorrow night as I left. She made a face and a strangled noise in reply.

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[ratushebarl.livejournal.com]

I wait till the last minute (which for me is about 10 days before the 15th) because I usually owe and am in no hurry to pay, and because folklore has it you're less likely to draw an audit if your return arrives as part of the crush. I imagine that in January the guys in the suits are sitting around without much to do; they have lots of time to pore and start asking awkward questions. In April they're working for a living and just want my return to go away and never bug them again. That's the 'tude I like to see.