This week I had a elderly Eastern European gentleman come in to file his taxes. And at the outset, I didn't recognize him. I had never seen him before. And he proceeded to explain to me that I had done his taxes last year. And I politely explained, no, I didn't. And he proceeded to inform me that, no, it was a big fat guy just like you who did them. So I smiled, took him back to the desk, proceeded to look through his information, and found out he hadn't even made enough to file an income tax return. And the whole time he's complaining about how the world is just going to pot and nobody wants him. He whined the entire time. So after we were done and I explained to him there was no federal tax and there was no purpose in paying me, I suggested he go volunteer at the library and read to the youth. And he went about his business. But yeah, it was not a good first impression on my part for sure. And hopefully he left a little happier in the end.