I loved the old "super patriot" types.
Once in Alaska I took the door which was up on a porch that had no railing around it. It was probably 3 to 4 feet off the ground on average. Anyway, I knocked on the door and this big burly guy yanks the door open, takes one look, and comes barreling out on the porch, not saying a word. The closer he came, the bigger the ornery grin on my face became.
Within a few seconds we were face to face, belly to belly. There couldn't have been 3 inches between our noses. I hadn't turned a hair, and he stopped, not quite sure as to what to do. My grin just got bigger, and I drawled, "Dawg my bodacious cats!!! I didn't realize I had THAT much of a magnetic personality!"
He busted with laughter, and naturally, I joined in. Then we sat down on the edge of the porch and yakked for the next 45 minutes. LOL
LoneWolf