Long day, during dinner where the kids are finally mercifully eating something we cooked, the doorbell rings. Directly next to the doorbell is a "no soliciting" sign. My wife gets up to answer, I have to hold the 70-pound excitable barking black lab back and this fuckhead launches into his pitch, not letting us get a word in edgewise. I bellow from behind the door, "This is not a good time. We're eating dinner." "Well, hey man, there are nicer ways of saying that. We're only trying to raise awareness for..." "Get the fuck off my stoop. Nice enough for you?" "Well, God bless you, and you really should be nicer to people who are just trying to..." "Good night, and fuck off!" Can't help but think of if this was my old man back in the early 70s who probably would've chased the shithead out into the yard with a baseball bat. Thank goodness I don't drink as much as my ancestors did at dinner.