We have an accountant complete our tax return. Yes, I’m an accountant. But I don’t “do tax.” I took the requisite taxation courses in college, and completed returns as part of a free service the university provides to the community, but tax stresses me out. So I don’t do it.
Apparently, our accountant is a runner. She has a unique name, and I heard it announced as a pace-team leader at a half marathon I ran last year. I then proceeded to stalk her on Athlinks and found out she’s actually pretty fast. I promptly forgot about it – until yesterday.
Our accountant asked us a few purely tax-related questions over email. As my husband responded, he told me all that he included in the body of the message.
“I told her you were thinking about running that half marathon again.”
“Because I want to let her know you have something in common!”
“Umm…did you think about the fact that I’m an ACCOUNTANT?”
So basically, my husband thinks I need more friends. Which is true. So thanks, husband, for joining me in my quest for running friendships, as strange as it may be!
Oh, and apparently she responded and told me that I need to run Hospital Hill, because it’s the best race in Kansas City. But I don’t waaaaant to!!!