I was in the kitchen making iced tea (which sounds like it's just about done. yay!) and there was a knock at the door. I figured it was a ups or fed-ex guy. Instead, it was a Charter sales guy going door to door trying to sell add on services and junk. He told me he liked the sign I had on the door (it says "Please knock, door bell sucks.") He went on to say that he's from Charter and he was just going around the neighborhood today. He noted that we had the "blah blah internet" and I said "Uh, sure." And he asked how it was working out. "Uh, fine." Then he proceeded to the trying to sell me things portion of the visit. He asked about adding TV services, asked me about adding phone services (and argued with me that it wouldn't be overkill to bother with their telephone service, since we both have cell phones that we aren't getting rid of) and had moved on to his new topic when Jack saved me by running out the door.
I, of course, was alarmed and my focus moved from the dude, who I snapped at "No! I'm sorry, no!" to Jack, who had decided, immediately after running out the door, that it wasn't so awesome. In fact, he looked like he had decided it was very, very scary out there. But when he went to run back in the door, it was already closed because I was moving to catch him. So then he ran under the bushes in the front of the house and I called him and coaxed. Little by little he made his way back in my direction with me calling "Jack! Jack! Come on, buddy, the door is open! Run through it!" And then he did and all was well.
Somewhere in there, the dude left. I think he realized he had lost the sale.