I just finished mowing my lawn.
While I was in the front yard, two ladies visited the neighbours. When they turned towards my driveway, I knew they were our friendly neigbourhood JW’s. (If you don’t have any of these, you should move to a new place.)
They asked for my wife, who they normally chat with. Upon learning that she was gone, they settled for me.
The latest literature was put in my hand, and I listened politely.
After our visit, they asked what I do for a living. I’d say they were visibly surprised to hear that I worked for a church. With a different tone of voice than earlier in our conversation, the older one asked, “Are you the secretary?”
“Not in the strictest sense.”
I hope they come back.