I hate unsolicited sales of any kind.
I scared the beejees (heh) out of the last salesgirl that showed up at my door.
You're thinking with a gun right? After all, this is Texas and I'm an Army Vet...
Solicitors are trained to expect those reactions.
My methods take a finely tuned degree of, "loathing for all things unsolicited" coupled with the salt of Linus Torvalds, the IDGAC of Batman and topped off with the channeling of my Southern Grandmother.
I answered deliberately slow and sweet, articulating every syllable while I told her I knew she read the signs but chose to ignore them... pausing for effect. Making no threats, but somehow my words dripped with venom.
She was visibly shaking.
I don't think she even knew why she was scared. It's the unknown. Why did this person react this way and what do they know that I don't know. And... how fast can I run.
My family cautiously came out of their hidden parts of the house as I spoke... their mouths agape. As the girl scurried away, they were stunned, saying I sounded more sweetly menacing than anything they'd ever imagined.
I was equated to Lady Bone Demon (thank you, nice compliment) from Lego Monkey Kid.
I suspect the salesgirl had no idea why my words had that affect on her.
Sorry hon... I don't need your security.
I am security.