It was a strange day.
We made a quick trip to pick up a new cell phone and ended up spending almost four hours with a self-professed Norse Pagan and a “Bad Gay” who frequents Chick-Fil-A with his husband.
The store doesn’t matter.
What does is, I came into contact and lengthy discussion with two people I might otherwise not have spent half a business day with, trying to force a cell tower into submission.
I’m changing their names to Tom and Bill for ease of use; their real names are much more colorful.
Tom, the Norse Pagan, has a lengthy ancestry traced to Charlemagne. He has an enormous knowledge of Norse mythology.
He does not approve of Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston in my beloved Marvel Cinematic Universe movies.
Not authentic.
He is a Thor purist.
Bill is a laid-back nerd, who plays Pokémon like me (I am called ObiWanKenoBeth) and he coveted a recently-returned toy building set for World of Warcraft or Masters of the Universe or something like that.
(My nerd-dom only extends so far, y’all.)
So, when Bill wasn’t looking, I bought it for him.
Because he was sweet and kind and spent four hours on the phone battling with invisible 5G overlords, so my husband’s phone might come to life.
I loved these guys.
I am grateful for life’s detours, which sit me next to Norse Pagans and Rebellious Gays for unexpected eons.
I’m reminded we are all different, we all have something to say, and most of all: we all help each other.
I hope Bill enjoys that Masters of the Pokémon Fortnite Warstuff building set, and always loves Chick-Fil-A as much as I do.
We all agreed they’re not homophobic and cook mighty fine sandwiches.
Most of all, Bill, Tom, Jay, and I found a forced half-day fun. We made it worthwhile and meaningful. We laughed together and understood one another better after our mutual confinement.
And that, my friends,
is worth more
than any cell phone
could ever be.
Love from Delta.
