My best story involving these kinds of folks goes all the way back to my college (undergraduate) days:
- Saturday morning knock on the door as I was stepping into the shower.
- I assumed it was one of my housemates who had not taken their keys with them the night before; that was a regular occurrence.
- I answer the door wearing nothing but my towel, at first timidly peaking out at the well dressed ladies on my porch; then, opening the door widely and inviting them in when they asked me if I would discuss their literature with them. (I thought I was being very polite.)
- They quickly backed down the front stairs apologizing for bothering me. (I did assure them it was no bother.)
- I am not sure if that house was ever visited by this particular organization again; I know it was not for several years.
If there is an afterlife, I am hoping for a sense of humor and benevolence from the proprietor.
Now that I am quite a bit old and much less indestructible, I am also much more cautious about opening my door to strangers. But, I generally still find out if it is someone in genuine need of 911 type assistance before turning them away or ignoring them.