I went downstairs to check my mail, and, shudder, I saw a letter from the North Carolina Department of Revenue.

Oh no, I thought, they’re after me for more tax money. Turbo Tax must have screwed up, and now I have to send God knows how much more tax money to them thanks to an error not of my making.

With trembling hands, an increasing pulse rate, my heartbeat quickening, a sickening feeling in my stomach, a sense of dread in my mind, I reluctantly peel the foreboding envelope open.

With a sigh and tremendous relief, I discover a single page with a check for $120 attached to the bottom of it.

Whew! Sometimes in this life you get a break.

Bob Boyd