Stick with me here, this was quite a dream.
So, I dreamt that I decided to work in a coffee shop because I REALLY wanted to make cappucinos for people and pass out pastries and whatnot, and for this I was paid 7.50 plus the occaisional quarter tip. At tax time it turned out that all the lovely small business deductions I have become accustomed to do not apply to working stiffs pulling espressos, and all of my income PLUS was given over to the IRS. (Self-employed business people like me have the highest individual tax rate, BUT we also have the most amazing array of legal deductions known to man, and my wife is a rather good bookeeper). So anyway, I basically ended up paying the gov't to leave the house and serve coffees which didn't seem right UNTIL
it turned out that President Obama needed me. In his cabinet. And for our first meeting, I swear I am not making this up, we were all in our underwear. I was a little uncertain why my advice was needed, but you know, I was along for the ride.