Misty Minton sold insurance while her children were in school —perfect mother’s hours. She was there for hugs when they got home from school. When she had the occasional evening appointment, her husband, Mac, was in charge.
Her client today had a working farm just outside of town. She loved going there. Her appointment with them was for 2:00, but her previous appointment finished early, so she was half an hour early.
On Misty’s last visit to the farm, they discussed policy changes over iced tea on their wide back porch. From what she could see, they had cattle, a few horses and a pond between the house and barn with an assortment of colorful ducks. The crops were planted on the land bordering the farm. She loved going there because it was beautiful and so peaceful.
The main house was a white older 2-story, with black shutters, a wrap-around porch with white wicker porch furniture. Baskets of colorful flowers hung between all of the porch posts, nearly matching the floral furniture cushions.
It was all very picturesque. Misty thought if she and Mac were to ever live on a farm, this would be exactly what she would want.
After a few minutes, rather than wait in her car, she thought maybe they wouldn’t mind her being early. The house was set back from the road about 150 yards with a wide sidewalk from the gravel road to the front steps. Trees along either side of the walkway created a canopy effect —another charming aspect Misty loved.
When she knocked, the door was opened by an older woman in a wheelchair, Mrs. Hardy’s mother. She said the Hardy’s were called out of town for a death in the family. The funeral would be on the weekend and she would have someone call when they returned.
Misty expressed sympathy for their loss and said goodbye —this would allow her to go home early! She was looking forward to kicking off her heels, changing into something comfy, and relaxing before Sam and Ella got off the bus.
On the walkway toward the car, five of the largest, loudest, meanest, white geese came from somewhere and began to chase her! She ran, but in high heels, the geese were faster. As each got close, they nipped at anything they could reach and surprisingly, goose bites hurt!
Five angry, honking geese hot on her heels, with 100 yards yet to go to the car. Then Misty noticed the Hardy’s insurance contract sticking out of the side pocket of her briefcase. She grabbed it, folded it as best she could while on the run, and managed to smack the face of the next goose that got close.
That didn’t do much, but the surprise sound of the paper slap did slow them down for a couple of seconds … just a little bit further … just a few more steps … a few more slaps with the contract … she opened the door of the car, jumped in, and slammed the door shut.
Damn … who needs an attack dog when you’ve got geese?
With you leaving the insurance biz shortly after this, you obviously didn’t come across the goose who laid the golden egg and just moved on ! 🤭🤭
Geese can bite fairly hard ,C . j . ,Hope you were ok ? Of course I could say maybe you didn't like getting goosed lol ,Just for really cheap laugh .Yet some geese are really to the tame side , others not fed enough will attack and bite , No need for watch dog lol . great story CJ , hugs and peace to you and family