a man came to the door, dripping wet, shampoo in his hair, stark naked................he thought I was his girlfriend.
Another man came to the door, eyes all bugged out, with his hands in his pants, obviously having a good time with himself.
The worst was when a Doberman came running around from the back of a house, onto the porch where I was, and no one came to the door. He was lunging at me, when the door finally opened and the owner called him back. His name was Tinkerbell. I was shaking for a long time after that one.