Geek

Me and computers do not get along. My redneck husband just about has a heart attack any time I start downloading, updating or installing anything on our desktop. This would be because there's pretty much a 50-50 shot something will go wrong. Seriously wrong.
So when our computer started throwing tantrums, it really wasn't a surprise. What happened when I called Geeks on Call, however, was.
Walter, our Geek, has made two trips to our home after two failed attempts by me to fix something I broke. The first visit went pretty much as you would expect. There's a big fat problem with your computer, and it's going to cost you. Sure. Whatever. Here's this week's paycheck.
The next visit took an interesting turn.

Let me begin by describing Walter. He's probably 40-something. I would describe him as sexually ambiguous, although he says he has a "Honey" whom has two children that live with them. He's a large man...I'd say a good 350 lbs and six feet tall. He's wearing a Geek jacket, which he keeps on, and Crocks. Large, tan Crocks. His hair is still wet from his shower, and he smells like Iris Spring.
The best thing about Walter is that he freely describes himself as a "fat geek." He's also a talker.
And, apparently, a singer. While he was reinstalling the programs I'd destroyed, Walter asked me if I watched Glee. Of course I do. Of course I have an inappropriate crush on the cute high school boy. And of course I would absolutely love to score a role on that show. That's just the girl I am. But I digress.
The point is that Walter proceeded to play the music from each and every Glee episode. And sing along. Loudly.
I'm serious. This is no exaggeration. And to this day I wish Jasen and Juni had walked in. He spent two hours in my home. One of those hours he worked on the computer. The other hour (which he did not charge me for) he spent singing the songs from Glee.

I love Walter. I love that he embraces his fat geekiness. I love that he is who he is, and doesn't have any qualms about belting out a rendition of some off-the-wall mashup in a stranger's house. I spent the two hours painting a Hokie frog, and, you guessed it, singing the songs of Glee.