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The IRS Took My Money And This is My Story

The IRS took my money

The IRS Took My Money

You’d think, in the year 2025, with satellites buzzing and streaming services piping content across oceans faster than you can say “cut,” that a simple thirty-dollar tax refund wouldn’t become a Kafkaesque epic. But then, you’d be forgetting who we’re talking about: the IRS. And I, a humble filmmaker in London, a city that actually knows how to handle a bit of drizzle and bureaucracy, am here to tell you my story.

Paid $27.13 Postage for $30 IRS Refund ,Still Nothing

It began, as these things often do, with an honest mistake from my distributors accounting department. My distributor, bless their American hearts, in their zeal to get my film out there, accidentally held back tax on my earnings. Now, the UK and the US, we’ve got this little thing called a tax treaty. It’s supposed to prevent folks like me from getting double-dipped. My distributor knew this, and, to their credit, their tax department quickly sent me the 1042-S form the very forms from the IRS, mind you to claim my thirty dollars back. Thirty dollars! Enough for a decent pint or two, maybe a couple of tubes on the Tube, certainly not enough to fund a feature film.

So, like a dutiful citizen, even one residing ~4,900 miles (7,885 km), I filled out the forms 1040-NR, U.S. Nonresident Alien Income Tax Return and the filledout form from distributor 1042-S along with my other documentations. Every box ticked, every line accounted for. I enclosed all the necessary information, bundled it up, and sent it off into the great postal void. The first round cost me £10 equals to $13.59 in postage an expense that already felt a tad disproportionate for a thirty-dollar return, but hey, rules are rules.

Two months crawled by. No refund. Instead, a letter arrived.

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A physical letter, mind you. From the IRS. In 2025. This letter, after all that waiting and providing all necessary papers, form and documentations, asked me three questions. 3 Questions. Which, in any rational, modern organization, could have been asked via a quick email. Or a five-minute phone call. But no, the IRS, it seems, prefers the quill-and-parchment method of communication.

So, I responded. Following their guidelines to the letter, of course. Although all papers were sent to them and confirmed, but, asked me again. They could have asked this via email or phone. Gathered the documents, drafted my clear, concise answers, and sealed them in another envelope. That second mailing? Another $13.59 dollars. That’s 27.13 dollars in postage, just to chase down a thirty-dollar refund. The profit margin on this endeavor was looking decidedly thin.

They even confirmed receipt. “Yes,” the IRS seemed to acknowledge, “we got your missive. Your response to our rather trivial queries is now safely within our hallowed halls.” And then… silence. More silence. The kind of silence that echoes in the vast, paper-clogged corridors of federal bureaucracy.

It’s no longer about the thirty dollars. It’s about principle. I am a woman who lives by the law, who follows the rules with unwavering rigor. In my life, everything is documented every detail recorded, every step accounted for. That’s who I am.

It’s about the sheer, mind-boggling inefficiency. It’s about a system that demands precision from its taxpayers while offering only an opaque, snail-paced black hole in return. Here I am, a filmmaker who navigates complex production schedules and global logistics, being outmaneuvered by IRS, a government agency that seemingly operates on a pre-internet timeline!

The IRS claims to be modernizing. They talk about digital this, streamlined that. But for the actual, living, breathing taxpayer, especially one not residing within their borders, it feels like we’re still sending smoke signals across the Atlantic. They owe me thirty dollars, and frankly, at this point, I’m half tempted to frame the stack of correspondence just as a testament to the absurdity of it all. It’s a story, certainly. And every good story needs a resolution. Just don’t ask me when I expect to see mine.

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