... but something completely different.  I think it shows the class of Minnesota's providers in general, and one in particular.  (And no, I will not name her, as she's not the type who likes to draw attention to herself in that way.)  Plus, naming her would make this a mini-review.  

I had a 90 minute appointment this morning with a provider I've seen many times.  She's always punctual, and takes pride in that.  On my way to her incall, I texted her to see if she needed a caffeine infusion as it was a fairly early appointment.  Of course! she replied.  I picked up the coffee, then texted her again about 10 minutes before the start time to let her know I could be there in five minutes if she was ready.  She replied that she was still at home, peeling potatoes.  Now, she doesn't live all that far from her incall, but I thought it was odd that she'd be at home peeling potatoes a few minutes before an appointment.  So I texted her re whether she wanted to meet me at the coffee shop.  Yes, she replied.

So I settled in and waited... and waited.  Nearly ten minutes after the start time for the appointment, I began to think there might be a mix-up on the start time (although I'd confirmed the time the day before and that morning with the provider's assistant), so I texted her, "You know this is for X to Y am, right?   "  No response.  But about five minutes later, she walked into the coffee shop, and she apologized profusely for messing up on the start time.  Unfortunately, she had an appointment right after mine, so it looked like it would be an hour instead of 90 minutes; she said that it would be at the one hour rate of course.  I'd really been looking forward to a longer date, but an hour it was, and we walked over to her incall a few blocks away.

It was a great hour, and by the time we were finished in the shower and I was ready to leave it was getting pretty close to 90 minutes.  So I deftly (I thought!) slipped the extra donation for 90 minutes into the envelope while she wasn't looking (I thought!), and started to head out.  She put her arms around me and then her hands on on my butt, one last kiss, then I was out the door.  As the door closed behind me, she called out, "Check your pockets!"  The door closed, and locked.  I checked my pockets, and there in a back pocket was the delta between 60 and 90 minutes.  I went back and tapped on the door, but she just laughed "Noooo!"

Yes, we have some mighty fine ladies in Minnesota.