Two or three time a year, I get mail from the IRS addressed to unknown Latina women who seemed to have used my address for one reason or another. Since my neighborhood is less than lily white, I suppose my address must attract less suspicion from the IRS than, say, Chevy Chase.
I don't open those misaddressed envelopes, so i don't know what they are about. Maybe, one of these days, I'll succumb to curiosity. In the meanwhile, all I can do is guess.
Maybe I'm entirely wrong, but I'm guessing the women who use my address are paying deductions to the IRS and to FICA, and thereafter impossible to find. Whatever they pay is lost to them. Since I'm collecting Social Security and receiving Medicare benefits, I guess their loss is my gain.
Now we seem to be about to give them a shot at a fair shake. Their gain will be my loss.
That's OK with me.