TAX

Rough few months.  Our unit was disbanded, us scattered to the four winds.  I ended up the only Afghan here.  It's been a struggle for social acceptance.
Tax time rears its ugly head.  Now most of this crowd is math-phobic.  I can zip through a return in no time.  Tradition says they owe a real coffee-house coffee.
By the end of tax season, I've arrived, people like me.