Avery looked at his watch and let out a banshee-like scream. In a panic, the nanny ran to Avery’s home office and flung open the door. “Are you okay, sir?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s just that it’s tax season and, as a tax accountant, I feel like I’m buried under an avalanche of tax forms. I’ve got half a mind to take all these papers out to the backyard and dump them into the fire pit.”
The nanny smiled and jokingly said, “Please don’t, sir. Otherwise I’d have to report you to the authorities.”
“Maybe that would be a better option than having to complete all these goddam tax forms,” Avery said. “These people act like they’re nobility, but they’re nothing but a horde of brainless zombies who are too incompetent to file their own taxes.”
“But sir,” the nanny said, “helping people with their taxes is how you earn your living. If you didn’t do that, you wouldn’t be able to pay me to take care of your children.”
“That’s a good point, Charita,” Avery said. “You do take excellent care of my children.” Avery paused for a moment and then added, “And you take excellent care of me, too. Quick! Get in here!”
Written for Paula Light’s Three Things Challenge, where the three things are report, nanny, and zombies. Also for Teresa’s Story Starter, where the line is “Quick! Get in here!” And for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (watch), Ragtag Daily Prompt (avalanche), Word of the Day Challenge (Fire), and Your Daily Word Prompt (nobility).