Yesterday when I got home from work I checked my mailbox as I normally do. Because I love getting mail I was excited to see several letters waiting for me in my mailbox. One piece of mail that caught my eye was wrapped in a blue plastic wrapping with the emblem of the Republic Francaise in the upper left hand corner. Curisous as to its contents, I quickly ripped open the packaging en route to the elevator. After a quick scan I realized that what I was holding my hands was in fact nothing at all to be excited about. 

What I held in my possession was my avis d’impot sur les revenues or, more simply put, my tax bill. Now, while I understand the importance of paying taxes and I’m more than willing to pay my fair share of them in order to reap the social benefits, when it comes down to it I’m less than thrilled to have to write a four figure check made out to Sarkozy (I jest; the check was actually made out to the treasurer or something).