Late yesterday afternoon, I had an appointment with LaShawn Shakeel Tervarious Jefferson, of the Detroit, Michigan Finance Department.  He distinguished himself by arriving fifteen minutes late and then spending an additional ten hitting on Gretchen before her insistent IMs caused me to exit my office and pry him away from the reception desk. “Mighty fine young lady you got out there,” he opined as he sprawled on the couch by the picture window.  “She single?” “She’s from Amish country,” I told him, which is true, and enough, I hoped, to put him off. “Amish?” LaShawn grunted as his eyes strayed in the direction of the heavy oak doors which lead from my office to the reception area.  “What’s she doing in [...]

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