I'm sure some of you will have to make a call to the helpful employees at the IRS sometime in the future, so here is my advice:
When you are so angry that it seems as though your very blood is comprised of half venom and half overpriced gasoline, there is only one thing to cool you off.
That's right. An Arnold Palmer. Lite. Half iced tea, half lemonade. 100% badass, with just a twist of ballsiness. This drink doesn't take any guff, and neither should you.
Just drink one of these babies before calling and that horrible hold music of mangled classical will seem like, well, music to your ears. You won't be compelled to inform the IRS employee you are speaking with that they are just a glorified customer service representative and that any moron can read a script on the screen in front of them.
Man, I wish I would've had an Arnie Palmer BEFORE I called.