Does the Avon Lady still go house to house? Back in the good old days, I was the only one in my neighborhood who ever locked the doors when I was at home. Why, you ask? Because my Avon Lady didn't know how to knock or ring a door bell. Ding-Dong, indeed!! I never knew when she was going to show up. I could be back in my bedroom, changing clothes, or stepping out of the shower and I would hear the carport door open and someone would trill, "You-Hoo! Betty, are you here?" After that jangled my nerves a couple of times, I started locking all my doors and windows when I was at home, which meant that when I got ready to go out, I would pull my arm out of its socket trying to open the door.
I finally figured out how to keep her from walking in unannounced. I moved and didn't tell her where I was going.
I can't complain about her too much, though, because never, in a million years could I do what she did. I simply cannot sell anything to anyone or ask for donations for anything. My standard approach is, "Hello. You don't want to buy (insert product) , do you?" Or, "Hello, I'm collection donations for the (insert charity). You don't want to give to this cause, do you?"
I might not have to worry about encountering an Avon Lady these days, though. I saw an Avon ad, promising me if I agreed to work for them, I wouldn't have to go door to door. I spent a few minutes pondering how the customers would get those catalogs, and then, how they would get the products they bought, but I didn't worry about it very long.
In my younger days, I volunteered for various charities until I realized I wasn't cut out for it. Every time I agreed to help out, someone would say, "OK, you take this neighborhood." and I would say, "You want me to ask people to donate some money? Go to their homes? Oh, no, no, no,no. I'm no good at that." I could stuff envelopes for you. Telephone solicitation? Er, I'm no good at that, either, heh, heh. I could probably write post cards asking for donations, though." Pretty soon, they stopped asking me to help out.
So, I really admire women (or, men) who can go door to door, trying to sell their wares. Just don't come to MY door, because I'll be hiding in the coat closet until you give up and go away.