Oh Gawd....! I'd be one of the 'never got the message' guys.
Oh go on... on such an occasion as this, please could the door-knockers be allowed? They would get tea (or bad coffee) with a kit-kat each.
I find it rude that people knock to sell me Jesus. Their first presumption after they trespass on posted property being that the home owner is damned.
We had told JW's to please not return to our home because we were Christian.
After a year of intermittent knocks and repeating the same message to different "Sunday-go-to-meeting" clad elderly ladies, I tired of the repetition. And the disrespect. What? You don't make notes when you visit an address that tells you, please don't return?
OK.
One day during the week when I was working at home and hubby was off and fishing with friends, I saw through our huge picture window that faces the drive a large van approaching. Unmistakable, JW's rollin.
I pulled the black out drapes through the house so that all was black. Disrobed so as to be completely naked.
I grabbed the butcher knife from the block on the kitchen counter,lit candles in the living room, and waited the knock at the back door.
And I answered. Naked, holding a butcher knife straight up so as not to appear overly threatening. Wide eyes met my gaze, but not one woman holding a watchtower copy moved a muscle. I admired that.
Then I turned my head and shouted into what they did not know was an empty house, "HONEY? The candidates for the human sacrifice to Satan have arrived."
I turned my head back to the ladies, stepped aside so as to leave a pathway into the house visible from the doorway and said very gently, "Please, do come in."
That was five years ago.
We've not been bothered since.