Whenever the courts catch up, he quits and rehired himself through a temp agency.

Today, while I sweated through another double shift, Darnell (or, "Big D" as he likes to be called) was outside, leaning against his Dodge Charger, laughing about his latest scheme. “You can’t garnish what they can’t track, friend,” he said, as he sipped a Mountain Dew Big Gulp.

HR says their hands are tied, so I’m stuck covering his shifts. Clocked out at midnight, walked past Darnell still chilling in the lot, flirting with white girls exiting the store, and whispered, “Yes, friend. This is fine.”

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