Jack is a nice guy, unfortunately now progressing through Alzheimer's disease. Although his cognition is shot, his baseline friendly personality has stayed with him. He's always accompanied by his doting daughter, Susan, and yesterday there was a guy with them I hadn't previously met.
Dr. Grumpy: "Hi Jack, hey Susan. Have a seat. Hi, sir. I don't think we've met. Are you Jack's son?"
Guy: "No, I'm, uh, actually a tax auditor."
Dr. Grumpy: "A tax auditor?"
Susan: "Yes, I asked him to come with us today. He's auditing our taxes."
Guy: "They asked me to come today. I don't normally go to doctor appointments with people. Actually, this is a first."
Dr. Grumpy: "What's going on?"
Susan: "Apparently there's an issue with our taxes. Can you explain?"
Jack: "Hi, Dr. Gravy."
Susan: "It's Dr. Grumpy, Dad."
Guy: "I was sent to audit their taxes because of errors that were, incredulous, to say the least, and my department was concerned about fraud, but when I got there I found that..."
Susan: "Me and Larry have been letting Dad do our taxes."
Dr. Grumpy: "WHAT? You mean, recently?"
Susan: "Yes, ever since we got married 35 years ago. He's always done them."
Dr. Grumpy: "Jack, have you been doing their taxes?"
Jack: "Are we going to be done here before the Cubs game starts?"
Susan: "Daddy, it's football season."
Dr. Grumpy: "Wait... Susan, you let your Dad, who we've done all kinds of paperwork and POA and legal forms on for his Alzheimer's disease, DO YOUR TAXES?!!!'
Susan: "I asked him if he'd still be able to do them, and he said yes."
Jack: "I'm a CPA. Last week I was named to the top 10 CPA's in Bayonne."
Susan: "Daddy, you've been retired for 15 years."
Jack: "Is the Cubs' game on tonight?"
Guy: "Excuse me, doctor, but just to make sure, is this man mentally capable of doing income taxes?"
Dr. Grumpy: "NO. Absolutely not. Do you need me to put in writing?"
Guy: "Please."
Susan: "Dr. Grumpy, I have a question?"
Dr. Grumpy: "Yes?"
Susan: "Do you know a good accountant?"