You kinda have to feel a little sorry for any dumbass who knocks on my door.
There's a sign, clearly stated on the front door, no solicitors.
I started this practice when Griffin was a baby and we took erratic naps all day and no, I do not want to install vinyl siding.
But! People ignore it! Seriously!
It seems to be more of the right-winged zealous religious groups that ignore it the most (I do live in Kansas after all) and whenever they like to tell me about the Lord Jesus Christ Their Savior I always make the wait while I call my son over because, seriously, doesn't his soul need to be saved as well?
"I'm sorry, what's your son's name?"
"Darwin. Like Charles Darwin."
"Oh dear, I'll pray for your soul."
"That'd be super. I quite certain my soul needs some prayin' for."
Today some poor sap rings my bell (you can ring my be-e-e-ell, ring my bell, my bell) (ahem, sorry) and wants to know would I like him to trim up that there tree in my front yard.
Another thing about Kansas: improper English
And I'm all, "You know what? I do not want you to trim it up but I'd like a quote."
"Okay, let me just go get-"
"And while you're at it, I need a quote to trim up all the trees on my property and cut down the elm in the backyard. Oh! And a quote for removing the stump. You know, while your at it, why don't ya give me multiple quotes like in tiers so we can figure out what we can afford."
"Quotes dude. That's why you interrupted me from cooking dinner, right? You want some business?"
"Um... I'm gonna... I'm gonna send someone else out. Bye."
The one time someone solicits me and I'm remotely interested they run away. Hmph.