I got into trouble with the Mormon missionaries several years ago for inviting them in to cool off in the AC, then offering them their choice of beer, coke, or coffee. Was actually blacklisted - they were not allowed to knock on my door any more. I was devestated when I learned that.
Since dear old dad made me learn about as many different religions as possible (in his attempt to convince me they were all hokum) I had read the Book of Mormon several times and been tested on the contents. Came in handy when I suggested to the door-to-door salvation salesmen that what they were telling me might not be quite correct. I'd offer to get my
Book of Macaroni and factcheck. The spluttering they did when they realized it was not a mere mispronunciation on my part was priceless.
Apparently there is some hobo hex sign on my door now, as I often see folks start up the walkway then suddenly stop, peer closely at the door, and turn away. Honest - I do not have targets taped to the door, or barrels sticking out of firing ports (although that's not a bad idea in general) or anything else like that.
I, unlike Fistfull, do not complain about my plight. I have become resigned to it.
stay safe.
skidmark