Awaiting my verdict … Which is guilty as charged
Guilty of being all that
And a bag of chips
And of course I MUST drag this on
A story is not complete without some flourish
Setting: Bexar County Appraisal District (BCAD)
Cast of characters: ME – J-Dub, two couples: one elderly and one middle aged, one single lady (Beyonce song now on a loop in my brain) and patrolman in uniform.
I enter like a Looney Tunes’ Tasmanian Devil after parking albeit in a place I should not have parked … which was at the vascular clinic across the street because there were no spaces to be had in the BCAD parking lot. I did not want to be late because heaven forbid I miss my chance. I check in and immediately start chatting it up with the cast of characters. I do that when I am nervous and I was nervous.
We cracked the code fairly quickly. Once someone from the back went to the window, they got a packet and a name was called and back you went. The time they give you is only a window. One is taken back based on time of check-in. Two folks got into a little scuffle when a 9:45 appointment went back before a 9:30 appointment. I was tempted to leave more than once. But I am no quitter.
The hearing is in front of a panel. The panel is comprised of three community members. Regular Joe’s and Josette’s. And one BCAD employee.
Wait! Actually I may just need to leave you in suspense
I signed settlement agreement after all
Or, this house is clean as the Poltergist medium – Zelda would have said
Did you know?
- The world is small. I mean really tiny. Turns out I went to school with the BCAD employee who heard my case. 8th grade class of 1979! Woo Hoo St. Margaret Mary Eagles.
- Turns out one of the panel members knows a friend of my in-laws.
Anyhoo, suspense is over! We won! Now just how much this lowers our actual taxes remains to be seen.
As always, more to come.