You Have GOT To Be Kidding
I go downstairs, open the front door and see nobody, so I open the screen door and take a half-step out, looking for either a package left in the shrubbery or my neighbor walking back to his place. I see neither, but do see a guy in a polo shirt, with a shaved head and tattoos on his arm, in the process of walking toward his parked car, when he turned around and saw me.
Of course I'm not going to stand there with the screen door open, letting in bugs and heat and humidity while I've got the air conditioner running to fight them, so I stepped back into the house and shut the screen door. The door has no pneumatic arm, so I had to actually hold the handle as the door shut, so it wouldn't slam, then turned the lock/latch from force of habit. The guy, meanwhile, started saying he was from [Name deleted because screw free publicity] Meats, and when he saw me step back and close and latch the screen door, all in more-or-less a single movement (almost automatic by now because I've already done it a hundred times this past month), he apparently decided I was being defensive, so he said "Whoa, sweetheart, I'm not going to...."
My eyebrows went up a bit, and I said, "We haven't ordered any meats."
"I know. I just--"
"We're not going to order any meats." Front door shut. End of conversation.
Even though I live in the northernest and most Yankeefied part of northern Virginia -- if I fart, they're more likely to smell it in Maryland than anywhere in the old Confederacy -- based on my month-and-change here and a couple minor experiences thus far, I'm thinking there may yet still be something to the stereotype of how a lot of southern men -- especially the less-educated ones -- have some bullshit attitudes toward women.
Also, this is the second guy who's come door-to-door claiming to be from a meat company. I'm pretty sure he's talking about non-sexual, non-male-prostitute, actual dietary meat, but I'm still not used to door-to-door food sales unless it's Girl Scouts peddling cookies. The Girl Scouts are young, immature and clueless in multiple ways, but even they know better than to call a would-be customer "sweetheart."