No, that would be my evil twin. :lol: Living in the wilds of rural Ontario it would be a regular occurance having the “missionaries” at one’s door. More so since they had a major enterprise in the vicinity. One day they showed up in a big old American “boat” of a jalopy. The Husky-Golden cross greeted all four of them - he was really good at the job. The five of us had a reasonably long but very inconclusive chat, at the end of which they got back in the “boat” and proceeded to back down the driveway. All 200 meters to the road through the trees - no the driveway wasn’t straight either. This despite there being plenty of room to turn around right by the house. When I related the story - I thought it really hilarious! - to my friend who dropped by shortly afterwards he quipped " I don’t blame them, they made darn sure to have the “devil” in front of them, rather than have him at their backs." So true, so true! BTW it was a very long while before the next, uninitiated “missionaries” showed up.

Out here in the Valley we were lucky enough to inherit a sign, from the previous owners, which reads: “No Agents, Peddlers or Solicitors”. As a rule I just point to the sign and ask : “Have you figured out which part applies to you?”
