Give Me Liberty, or Better Yet, Don't

Spring approaches, and, cicada-like, Lady Liberties of both ages and all genders--that should probably be the other way around--have infested our nation's strip malls and street-corners, twirling cardboard exhortations to lure passersby into the offices of Liberty Tax preparation services.

Despite the obvious windfall this ongoing promotion provides to makers and retailers of Statue of Liberty costumes, I can't help but wonder about its effectiveness.  How often does someone driving along, on the way to yoga or something equally counterproductive, spot one of these poor, underemployed unfortunates, and slam on the brakes, sending up a silent "Thank you" to whatever spirit of foresight compelled her to toss all her business receipts into the glove compartment, so that she can now simply pull into the parking lot and take care of all her IRS business right then and there?

I mean, sure, I did, but that's just one guy.