I ran home to grab something for lunch. While there, I glanced out the living room window and saw a man darting from house to house, stopping at each door, in a FURTIVE and SUSPICIOUS manner.
A minute later, Demon Dog (our resident evil English cocker spaniel) launched into a barking frenzy at our own door. I peeked out the kitchen window and saw THIS:
Or something similar enough to render any slight dissimilarity irrelevant.
Turns out, he was delivering phone books.
For future reference, if you have occasion to enlist a door-to-door representative for your company or organization, THAT GUY is perhaps not the BEST candidate for the job. Just sayin’.
(Image from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, 2003 version.)