Lenard is from Detroit,born and bred.
Single white male age 63.Has worked call centers for over thirty years.Currently he resides here in Mesa Az. And has been at this one for 7 years.Gets along well with most every-one some of the younger new guys eye ball him and laugh due to his accent and bad Comb Over hair style and shabby clothes.But theirs no denying the guy has Moxie He can Sale!He,s got Pizzazz! He really knows his stuff.And brother on the phones No-one knows what you look like,no one cares.That,s how Lenard likes it,and he breaks the bank on commissions and is on top every single month in service and in sales.Monday-Friday he enters at 8 am leaves at 8 pm.He,s got it down to a science "Treat EVERY CALL like it was your 1st one".He eats well sleeps well,and drives a modest 93 Toyota two door.Its a Thursday night and Lenard walks out to the dark parking lot,gets to his car and unlocks and opens his door.A dark stranger young punk sneaks up behind him and demands him to hand over his wallet.Lenard bends over and grasps the long rod that sits snugly between the drivers seat and the door,then turns inward Towards his attacker and presses the trigger releasing 20,000 volts of electricity sending his attacker immediately the the ground,twisting and contorting uncontrollably.In the glow of the cab flowing outwards into the parking spot a wry smile crypt over the profile of Lenard.As he whispered barely audible,"You Mess with the Bull in the woods,You get the Horns"
