re: Door to door salesman - trespassing

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Do you want them arrested for breaking the law (trespassing)?

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and if you live in Baton Rouge, BRPD won’t come out

I open the blinds, look them in the eye, and then walk away.

Is this really a problem or are you just wanting to bitch about something?

I can't remember the last time we had a real door to door salesman. Usually just kids fundraising for school.

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It's an interruption and they have no business being on my property. They interrupt homework, naps, dinner, work, etc...

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If you running off the neighbor kids selling "The Worlds Best Chocolate Bar" you are really missing out on a treat.

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Just don’t answer the door.

Never understood why people get so bothered over this

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The only trespassers we ever got anywhere were bible thumping freaks trying to sell time shares in heaven. I don't want mentally challenged folks about the place 'cause there is no telling what they might get up to. They are known to wash one another's feet...who wants that on their front porch????

I broke a bunch of them once years ago. Our first house was a block away from a HUGE Baptist church....one of those that are about the size of a hospital. Every Sunday those mentally ill frickers would wonder down the street about 9 am knocking on people's doors and trying to sale time shares in heaven. If you did not answer the door they'd leave the trashiest literature ever printed in the English language. Right at the front door where you had to deal with it. Just taking it to the garbage can would make a decent person feel filthy and needing a shower. For a couple of months I would answer the door to prevent them littering the place with their pornography and explain that we were fully stocked up on craziness and did not need any more but if we ever ran low I knew where there was an enormous stockpile just down the street ready for distribution. I'd ask them not to come back since they were wasting their time and more importantly mine. They did not seem to hear me or understand the simple language I spoke to them in consideration of their obvious intellectual shortcomings. After I stopped answering the door they started in with the littering with their pornographic material. Having had enough of that shite one Sunday morning while the wife and I were in the bedroom discussing God in the marital sense (Ohhhh god...that sort of thing) here those freaks came, banging away at the door. I had had enough....I went to the door in my natural state sporting the natural results of the marital discussion of god that they were interrupting. I flung the door open and, giving them the full and angry Monty, asked "what can I do for y'all this fine Sunday morning?" There were about 10 of them partially on the porch and in the yard. Men and women alike. All 10 of them suffered from some sort of physical condition which caused their jaw to rest firmly on their chest. Some of the women also suffered from some sort of breathing impediment because they gasped for air when I flung that door open. I almost felt bad for them due to their various physical and mental disabilities. That lasted until one of the men said something about my being naked and how I ought to be ashamed of myself...to which I pointed out that they came to my door, I did not come to theirs. That fellow seemed to want to discuss the finer points of my position so I walked toward him to better facilitate his hearing my side....which set the entire lot of them backpedaling across the yard. Seeing that they were getting away without fully understanding my position I sped up which created what could only be called a panic among them. This is where I had miscalculated and is the source of the only regret I have regarding this incident. They tore off out of my yard so fast that divots were flying like they were playing polo on my front yard. Took me several weeks to fix the damage that group of panicked Baptists did to my front yard. They and I both learned our lesson....they never trespassed again that I was aware of and I never chased a bunch of religious zealots across my lawn naked again, not that the opportunity has ever presented itself. If it were to I would make certain they were all on the concrete before starting the panic....I doubt even in a full panic a pack of crazed Baptists could do much damage to properly cured concrete with nothing but their feet...even well washed feet....

This is what wifi controlled sprinklers are good for stopping.

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Is this really a problem or are you just wanting to bitch about something?

I can't remember the last time we had a real door to door salesman. Usually just kids fundraising for school.

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It is not a problem in our area but I had an interesting encounter about a year ago. A vacuum cleaner salesman came to the door. I thought that shite had ceased in the 70s. Kirby Vacuums. Of course anyone who ever heard of them know they are con artists but, being intellectually curious and having been born amongst a clan of like-minded folks (wanna be gangsters and small-time hustlers make up the majority of my gene pool) I have always been interested in con men and their various cons and schemes. Keep in mind that I live about 30 minutes from Murphy Village, SC (SE Headquarters for the US branch of the Irish Travelers, an interesting if criminal gang) . Generally speaking the Travelers do not, as they say, eat where they shite, so we are pretty much free of their BS in our area. He was ringing the door bell when I arrived at the house and his "assistants" were unloading several bins of attachments and vacuum cleaners. I asked what was going on and he started in with his spiel which I stopped immediately, telling him I wasn't buying a vacuum cleaner and we had several which were almost never used because the cleaning lady brought her own. I eventually got him to accept this and I started asking him questions about his "business". We stood in the yard for about an hour discussing it when he told his "assistants" "Yall load up the stuff and go down the street, I'm going to be here a while". He and I sat on my front porch drinking brown water (mine, of course) and he gave me enough stories about his various scams and schemes to fill several volumes. Twice his "assistants" returned and he sent them away....like some sort of twisted confession right there on the front porch with me acting the part of the priest. It was a good time. Finally his "assistants", madder than hell because they were not making any money from him and I talking, convinced him it was time to leave. We had talked about 5 hours. Fascinating conversation with a person I and most people would not give the time of day most of the time....

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Door to door salesman

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That’s still a thing?

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Just don’t answer the door. Never understood why people get so bothered over this

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You clearly don’t have young kids/dogs. The door bell / knocking sets off a chain of events that causes the dogs to go wild and wake up sleeping babies that then won’t go back to sleep.

No one wants to be sold some bullshite at their doorstep.

I remember when my oldest was a baby and my wife was running errands while I stayed home with her. A salesman came by, knocked on my door and was greeted by me, with no shirt on(she had spit up) with a crying baby in my arms and he still wouldn't leave and wanted to come in and talk. I just closed the door in his face.