So I was at my first synagogue men's club event last week.
A guy at the door was checking people in with a laptop lent by my friend, who is the head of the men's club.
Sitting at the desk, the check-in guy had a cup of soda and at one point, it got knocked over and spilled on top of the MacAir.
I raced over with some napkins to try and wipe it off quickly, and my friend grabbed his laptop and held it upside down to try and get the spill out.
For a while, the computer stayed on, but as I feared all the sugary stuff in the soda would do it in so it wouldn't turn on again.
I emailed my friend a number of times during the week to find out how his laptop was doing.
He had made an appointment with AppleCare and they said they could fix it, but he said it would cost almost as much as a new computer.
Also, they gave him a contact somewhere else that specializes in recovering the data/contents on the computer.
The saga with the computer isn't over, but on Shabbat my friend in synagogue said to me, "You know, you were the only one who contacted me to inquire how I was doing with the laptop."
And he gave me a warm smile that said thank you for actually giving a damn.
I thought to myself perhaps we only have a few real friends in the world and it's not just about who gives us that old ada-boy at the fun events. ;-)
(Source Photo: Andy Blumenthal)