I don’t see this much anymore, but 20+ years ago, I would get accosted on the streets on a daily basis by prosletizers. Many of them were Bible Study groups (who are they? Are they the cultish Church of Christ?), Krshnas, and of course Scientologists.
The latter usually introduced themselves by offering to give you a “free personality test.” This, I understand, would involve you going to some building somewhere, where your indoctrination would begin. Having never gone, I don’t know what happens there.
These people would badger you until you either submitted or told them to fuck off. Even then, sometimes they’d still badger you. My friends and I would sometimes spend long hours thinking of ways to get these assholes to go away. The best I ever came up with was “Sorry, I don’t have a personality. I lost it in a poker bet.” This was usually enough to stop them in their tracks long enough to make my escape. My friend Ed, who was kind of a hairy, scary looking guy, would just shout “ARRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!” right into their faces. It would usually frighten them right off.
My GF, however, came up with the ultimate response once. This one particular clam would cross the street to meet her, every single day, and he would not desist. This went on for something like six months, without a break. She just could not get away from this guy.
Finally one day, she decided to talk to him.
“That does sound interesting. Do you account for multi-variant relationships? Is the test double-blind? Do you use Adorno’s authoritarian scale?” And on and on, peppering the clam with all sorts of technical questions, 90% of which I don’t understand, so I can’t really repeat them verbatim.
“Um… I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?!? How can you administer a personality test without taking into account Dr. Hrffendvzer’s measure of quasi-canine diabetic neurosis factors?!?” Or something real technical like that. “What kind of a personality test is this?!?”
“Er… Uh… How do you know so much?”
“I’m a psychologist. I design personality tests.”
The clam turned white as a ghost, and fled. From that point on, he crossed the street to avoid her.