Driving down University Avenue tonight, on the way home from Brick Oven with the kids, #2 and I both saw a crime scene out the corners of our eyes. We both gasped as we noticed a half-clad woman lying on the sidewalk, head detached. What else could we do, but stop and take pictures. A quick u-turn at the light and we found ourselves in the perfect spot to decifer the evidence.
Lying in front of a small office. Face kicked in.
Left with no dignity.
And a crown that matched her torn dress.
Yep, it was the Liberty Tax mannequin.
Poor thing. Nobody likes to pay taxes. And just because you have a nice figure and a matching outfit, don't think you are exempt from wrath.