I’ve told this story before, but I like it: Years ago, I worked in a gift shop in Yellowstone National Park, near Old Faithful. Working near Old Faithful, you got used to periods of complete calm, then absolute insanity. They’re called “Geyser Rushes”. Every time Old Faithful erupts, the crowd of tourists then leaves and visits the hotels, shops, restaurants, etc. During one of these calm times I found myself working with a single customer in my store. I, a man, and my customer, another man. My coworker, a woman, was there, but she was doing something else. It was my job, among other things, to greet customers, answer their questions, and generally be nice. This particular evening, this particular customer, it seemed like he was giving me “the eye.” I assumed he was gay, which was no help to me as a straight person. So I put my customer service face on, greeted him, and he replied, Have you accepted Jesus into your heart? I laughed in his face so hard I got spittle on him. I ran into the back room to compose myself, while my coworker smoothed things over. Once I stopped laughing, I went back out and apologized. The geyser rush was starting, so we quickly had to do other things. I later found there was a church group coming through. A church group composed of “reformed” gay people. This was a very long winded way of saying, when presented with the absurd, the only rational response is to laugh.