My super and I were having coffee together today and he asked me if I believed in God.
The explanation as to why we were having coffee isn’t that interesting, we were waiting for the guys to come to replace my terrace doors.
How we strayed from discussing Mob Wives to the Supreme Deity was a bit more complicated. It might have been because I mentioned in conversation that dave was going to hell.
When I answered his question by telling him that I wasn’t sure there was a God and in fact I didn’t believe in hell even if there was one he was visibly shocked.
“If there’s a God, there’s a hell” he insisted.
“Say there is a God and he’s too sweet to make a hell. Or maybe hell is like the Bronx. I worked there in the 70’s and believe me it fits the bill”
That’s when I realized that I should drop the whole thing.
Just yesterday he said I was a sweetheart.
I don’t want him to change his mind and start thinking of me as a heathen.
I think that when he comes back from getting a hammer I’m going to tell him I was born again.