I didn’t expect the DEC to get here so early.
I was just about to put the hawk, I ‘d been keeping in the freezer, in a box and leave it on the front porch. I didn’t think Jon and I would be home when they came to pick it up.
But when the van pulled into the driveway, I grabbed the hawk wrapped in a black plastic bag and went out the front door where the van was parked. An older man dressed in a suit minus the tie was already out of the van and walking towards the stairs.
He was not what I expected. I’d spoken to Britney on the phone, but maybe they had volunteers doing the pickups?
“I didn’t know you’d be here so early”, I said reaching the bagged hawk toward him.
He smiled, and said, “I’m not who you think I am.” Then pulled out a leaflet, folding back the front cover.
“Oh,” I said to him. ” I was just about to hand you a frozen hawk.” You’re not from the DEC then?
He replied that he wouldn’t keep me, he just wanted to let me know there was help for these stressful times. I took his pamphlet and told him the hawk was going back in the freezer.
In my experience, it was the shortest amount of time a Jehovah Witness spent on their pitch. And the only time we both left laughing.