I live in the sticks, so I’m guessing part of why I get so few is that there aren’t enough customers to target to come out.
But I have had a guy stop by and try to sell me a picture of my house he had taken from his airplane.
And almost, but not quite the same, a neighbor’s real estate agent stopped by to ask if I knew anyone who would want to by the neighbor’s house.
I gave them both a polite no, and asked them not ever enter my property without an invitation.
I got one of those once. I was 15, broke, and home alone. I told him to come back when my parents were home.
They ended up buying the picture.
I still get them in my apartment complex.
Not sure if it’s a common thing in heavily Hispanic neighborhoods, or if it’s just that there’s a local guy being really entrepreneurial, but most weekend mornings, a guy comes door-to-door selling fresh pastries. After being weirded out the first few times, I eventually started buying them. Pretty cool to get fresh pastries at breakfast-time for 50 cents apiece. In addition, Comcast and AT&T both send their folks around to try to convince us to upgrade/change services.
I used to get the occasional Christian coming around, but that hasn’t happened in a few years.
In the early '90s, in Atlanta, I had a friend who was a door-to-door meat salesman. I used to go ride around with him sometimes. We’d ride around the poorer neighborhoods in a refrigerated truck full of steaks and pork chops and such, trying to sell it to whoever we could find. Never sold much, that I recall, but we came very close to getting robbed a few times.
About nine months prior to my birth.
We live in a rural area, the last home on a long gravel road with only three other houses. Almost every time a car pulls up it is someone we are expecting. Maybe once a year we get Jehovah Witnesses. The last time they stopped, I screamed (so I could be heard above the dogs’ barking), “I’m counting to twenty, then I’m letting the dogs loose”.
I’m in Chicago and I still get the following door-to-door sales people:
Also, of course, we get the Jehovah’s Witnesses every so often (but they go away when they find out I don’t speak Spanish) and also the local precinct captain when election time comes around.
They stopped for me in 2007, when I moved into a condo community that has “No Soliciting” on the sign at the entrance.
Paintings of floggings? Cool! Where can I get one of those?