Somewhere in my stories is the one about a customer with a dead computer who asked me if I was saved when I showed up to fix it.

I answered, no, sorry, I’m not a believer.

He wanted me to leave. I pointed out that there were maybe six people in all of New England that new how to fix his computer and I’d be happy to give him their numbers, but they were all far away and I was here now.

He fussed for a bit but finally relented — IF he could take me to lunch.

Sure, fine.

I got his system working and we went to lunch. He poured Jesus on me for the entire time. I was polite, but refuted every “proof” he trotted out.

Never saw or heard from him again.