Heh - I related previously my encounter with one of those jacklegs. It was the first tax year after Mrs. Tabonga died and I just didn't want to deal with it. I went to Walmart for regular shopping and talked with one of them - I described what I had to deal with - actually very simple - qualifying widower's filing with 3 pensions, social security and a very small amount of savings account interest. He wouldn't give me an estimate and insisted on doing them first and then charging me. WTF WTF*. I refused to agree to such a poor way of doing things - I did ask him as I left if he would buy a used car at a car lot by picking it out and then finding out out how much it was after agreeing to buy it. He had no reply. That year, like always, I wound up doing it myself.
*Demonstrative way of saying double WTF!