Guy (me) walks into a library and an African man approaches as I'm riffling through the Beethoven CD's looking for Bach. The African starts in on his taxes (2009)and his accountant who does not know that a certain category is tax free. The accountant refuses to sign the form if the African insists on his interpretation of the tax code.
I'm struck by the neutral quality of the African's breath which is less than a foot from my nose. My breath would be awful, especially in the library. Then it is also strange that he would step right up and start in on his taxes. He must have thought that I was a victim of bad tax preparers or a member of the Tea Party or a good listener, not that one person could not be all three.
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