"Arrr! More landlubbers be tossin' their papers! Who be jumpin' ship, and what treasure be callin' 'em away?"
2024-11-03
Arrr, in the year o' our Lord 2014, young Fabien, a French scallywag o' 29, be gettin' a missive from his bank that left him as flabbergasted as a landlubber at sea! They be askin' fer a U.S. treasure map—eh, Social Security Number! Turns out, he be a “potential tax evader!” Blimey!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather ‘round fer a tale from the year of our Lord 2014, when a scallywag named Fabien Lehagre, a fine French lad of but 29 summers, found himself in a right pickle! One day, as he sipped his grog and counted his doubloons, a dread letter sailed in from his bank, leaving him as stunned as a fish outta water.Ye see, the bank, those landlubbers, be demandin’ his U.S. Social Security Number! But the lad was livin’ in France, not the wild shores of America! He scratched his head, thinkin’ to himself, “What in Davy Jones’ locker be this?” Aye, he didn’t even know he had one of those pesky numbers!
But hold onto yer hats, fer that wasn’t the end of the tale! The bank went on to warn our poor Fabien that he might be a “potential tax evader,” claimin’ that he hadn’t filed his income tax returns with the Internal Revenue. Talk about a storm brewin’ in his teacup! A tax evader, indeed! Fabien felt as if he were bein’ chased by the tax man himself! So remember, ye salty sea dogs, always check yer mail, lest ye find yerself in a tax bind like our friend Fabien! Yarrr!