SayUncle: Did you send me a bill?
Tax Collector: Yes and a final payment notice.
SayUncle: Where'd you send it?
Tax Collector: [reads old address from two houses ago]
SayUncle: Yeah, I don't live there any more. Haven't for a while. I let you guys know that via your handy little website that exists expressly for the purpose of letting you know that.
Tax Collector: Oh.
SayUncle: And I thought the tax was every two years?
Tax Collector: It's yearly.
SayUncle: So, any way, you're going to charge me additional money due to your inability to check your own website? Doesn't seem right. $100 in penalties and $39 interest is awful steep. That's like, what, 18% interest?
Tax Collector: Err, I just have a computer printout . . .
SayUncle: Isn't that, like, usury? Or, you know, pretty close? Are there laws against that?
Tax Collector: Well, we need to collect your tax . . .