Costco eh?
Euripides contemplates if there are Turbodiscs stockpiled at SamS's. For mere days past, a woman of the Hr'block pledged a punctual fulfillment of tax obligations. Yet swiftly, the day arrives and tardiness is professed, followed by yet another, laden with the specially-gifted pronouncement of a debt exceeding $10,000, and an additional $600 for the mishandling of affairs. Euripides, in his resolve, elucidates the error, only to be met with the tempestuous raising of the woman's voice, vibrating with entitled semblance of authority.
In traversing the expanse of the city, seizing the documents from her peasant grasp, he dispels her from his service, her incompetence and impertinence laid bare. Whether seasonal aide or not, one adorned with the parchment accolades of two decades service hung on coffin wall ought to possess the acumen to decipher the English script and navigate the mundanities of existence like so much breathing.
Such a glaring oversight warrants response, yet upon its receipt, the woman's gaze falters, fixating upon the ground in silent acknowledgment. Before his departure, Euripides, with a magnanimous gesture, bestows upon her a vessel of water eliminated in momentary wait, accompanied by a rebuke tinged with the pivot of heel inside such footed gap, did loose a resounding expulsion of ass-quaking manliness reminiscent of oak and sausages, a fragrance surely lingering for further enjoyment upon their very walls for hours hence, did depart the scene.
He ponders the recourse of TurboTax, its swiftness of execution, and ease of employment. Thus, he queries, seeking technological expediency, whilst bidding adieu with a salutation of goodwill. Cheers to you!