BY MICHAEL S. JOHNSON
The woman sat behind her desk, her face buried in the computer screen, busily scanning, clicking, and shuffling her mouse in one direction and then another–you know with that pounding and scraping sound you make when you’re not happy with what you’re seeing. She scanned the screen some more. Then she turned to me.
“What is your cell phone number?” she asked.
I told her.
“What are the last four digits of your Social Security number?” she asked. Continue reading
