So I’m working a little later than usual at the office; there’s this guy there cleaning the furnace and vents, and I have to lock up after he leaves. He does his job, packs up his gear, and then starts a seemingly casual conversation. He tells me a little about how his kids are doing; I know of them but don’t really know them personally (it’s a small town).

And then after a couple minutes of chit chat, he springs it on me, “Do you believe in God?”

From there he starts right off into his Jehovah recruitment spiel. As he’s talking I notice my truck, a Dodge, right behind him outside the office window. A joke I haven’t heard or thought of since I was a kid pops into my head and I bust out laughing. He asks what’s the matter, so I told him. “What’s the difference between a Dodge and a Jehovah’s Witness?… You can still shut the door on a Jehovah’s Witness!” Bah-dum-tissss, and I escort him out of the building.