Bob: He always ask for a discount.
Alice: Oh, well. I guess he just paid the asshole tax.
Carol: Why didn't you hold it for me.
Dave: I was too busy cleaning up after you.
Eve: Why won't you take that guys return.
Frank: He returns something every week, he needs to pay the asshole tax.
Oh, Zack left it at my house before he suddenly broke up with me.
Are you going to give it back?
No, I'm considering it Asshole Tax.
Hey! I like your hat!
Thanks! It was Gina's before she became a bat shit crazy bitch and stopped hanging out with me.
Oh sweet, so it's her Asshole Tax.
Or, at the airport, having to take off your shoes because someone once thought it was a good idea to try to blow up a plane with a shoe and someone else thought making everyone in their world take of their shoes would prevent that from ever happening again. The inconvenience is a small asshole tax. If you pick up a foot fungus from walking barefoot or sock-footed where thousands of others have, you're paying a bigger asshole tax.