On the elevator at work:

Him: Really nice weather today!
Me: I know, it's supposed to go up to 14 degrees tomorrow, it's pretty crazy.
Him: *ever so brief pause* You a Christian?
Me: Nope.
Him: No? Why not?
Me: Well, I used to be.
Him: You used to be?
Me: Yep. (enjoying his incredulous response to my unapologetic answers)
Him: You believe in the Bible?
Me: Nope.
Him: Well. You know how you can know it is true? You look at the prophesies.
Me: (searching for non-confrontational response, stumbles upon something lame) Well, we'll see about that.

And then the elevator reached the ground floor and we parted. Funny, whenever I happen to read part of Revelation or the Hebrew prophets now, I wonder how I ever could have read that stuff and not thought those dudes were on a drug trip gone weird.

This is probably one of the first times I've been witnessed to by someone in Toronto who wasn't a crazy street preacher. I'm sure he thinks he's gotten me thinking about Jesus now, and all I'm thinking is that I'm so glad I don't feel a responsibility to do that to people anymore. (Not that I did witness like that before, but now I don't even feel guilty about it!)