Call Your Boss
My wife had only been in the United States for a year, but had a green card. It came time to do our taxes and so we stopped in the little Jackson Hewitt kiosk set up inside of Walmart.
As we were getting started, the accountant asked her about her immigration status and she told him she was a Cuban citizen. His answer sealed his fate. He lifted up her social security card and told her that—in no uncertain terms—she was a US citizen and her card proved that.
I told the guy he was wrong and that every green card carrier has a social security card and that doesn’t make someone a citizen. He then turned to me, shoving the card in my face, and yelled, “Look Mister, here is the proof she is an American citizen!”
By now I was angry and asked if he had a boss. He smugly stated that his mom was the owner of that Jackson Hewitt franchise and so I suggested he call her. He did, and while on speakerphone, she found out what he had said and done, and proceeded to call him an idiot.
After she got off the phone, he tried to backpedal, big time. He wanted to act like it never happened so he could still keep our business. However, it was too late. I stood up and said to my wife, “Let’s go, this guy is too stupid to trust him to do our taxes”.
That moment will stay with me for the rest of my life!