Death and Taxis

I used to work with this woman whose husband was a taxidermist. He stuffed animals in his basement, and I don’t mean the kind that you win at the carnival. The phone number for the business was their house number. People would bring over dead deer, bears, elk, some pretty big carcasses (carci?), and carry them into the basement of their modest home. Well, this lady must have watched a lot of those Jurassic Park movies, ‘cause she would tell us about her nightmares of the animals coming to life and coming out of the basement.  It got to the point where she was afraid to go downstairs and do laundry. 

To make matters worse, inebriated people would call their house late on Friday and Saturday nights looking for a taxi. This woman wasn’t a real good communicator, so it apparently took her a while to convince the drunks that they were calling a taxidermist, not a taxi dispatcher. 

To make matters even worse, she would get calls at home in early April from people (not sure if they were drunk) who wanted their taxes done.

So this whole thing could make a cool movie I think. Maybe she and her husband like go crazy from all the phone calls and pick up one of the drunks and bring him back to the house to scare him with the animals. And they open the door to the basement and the animals ARE coming out of the basement. I’m not sure how the tax part fits in but maybe you have the story take place in early April.