Two guys go into a restaurant for lunch. The first guy remarks that the steak is too tough, the vegetables mushy, the bread hard as a brick, and the soup cold as ice.
The second guy agrees and then adds that the portions are too small.
I thought of this joke while talking to another Certified Public Accountant. He was going on and on complaining about tax season, saying he had too much work, that his clients were bringing in records that were a mess, that virtually all of his clients were questioning his bills, that many were not paying him, that he couldn’t find good help for tax season, and that his wife threatened to leave him because during tax season he was a total stranger and too tired to have sex.
And then he complained about tax season being too short.