Many years ago we/my family had some fairly effective large dogs. The jehovahs etc. used to hit us up regularly. It was quite a nuisance to stop whatever and go see who was down to the gate. It was very rural at that time, which always begged the question of "why out here?".....
Anyway, I was home alone and some of these folks decided to drop in. I hadn't seen them in months, as the last time I'd come to the gate with a wide smile and a 16 gauge dbl barrel shotgun broke open over my forearm.... mid cleaning, if you will. Well, this time they sent the chief convincers; they weren't going to take no for an answer. Little did they know, telling them no was the farthest thing from my mind.
I received them happily, with plenty of handshaking all around. I told them I'd love to have them come in and to let me hold the dogs until they were safely inside. Once they shut the door, I turned the guardians of truth loose.
I entered the house and made them comfortable. I gave them about five minutes to loosen their tongues, then I commenced to speechifying. What ensued was a filibuster the likes of which they'll never see again. I talked about everything, everything but what they were there for. The leader, he goes for the door and my trusty brutes are drooling longingly just outside. An hour rolls by and I figure the entire dose has been administered. I cage the dogs up and this time walk them across the yard to their car. I tell them how much I enjoyed our talk and how I'd love to do it again soon. Only I'd want to tell them something about myself next time. The woman was already in the car and the headman slid the brochure he'd given me (I'd been holding it the whole time and waving it for punctuation) from my hand, got in the car and drove away.
I haven't been bothered in over 20 years.