I knew it was coming. I’ve been expecting a nice tax refund this year, and had already made reservations for a lovely long weekend away to celebrate our 26th wedding anniversary.
As a business owner, I don’t often get tax refunds. More often, I have to pay. But when I have gotten refunds, they usually show up within a couple of weeks of electronic filing. I filed my taxes weeks ago and have been checking my bank account daily, waiting for the money to arrive.
Today, I received this message from my accountant:
Thankfully, I’m very fortunate. I’ll still be able to take my wife on our anniversary getaway—but if the money doesn’t arrive before we leave, we’ll eat burgers, not steaks, and we won’t come home with souvenirs or antique store treasures.
I worry about all the people counting on refunds to help repair cars or homes, pay down some debt, or take their kids on summer vacation.
I worry about all the restaurants, retail stores, and hotels that won’t get the revenue that taxpayers normally would spend when those refunds arrive.
And I worry that the opposition won’t have the smarts, or the guts, or whatever to make “how the Republicans Doge’d people’s tax refunds” a major scandal.