Aaaargh, any door I went to with my mom or Uncle Paul. They could and did talk incessantly to anyone foolish enough to stand there politely, while yours truly stood on one foot, then another, and tried hard to stay awake. I give them credit for tenacity and enthusiasm, but it was tough on this kid! I think I clocked Mom at 1 1/2 hours at one door, and of course the householder didn't invite us in so I had to stand there the whole time. I always liked the doors or yards with animals because I had a way with animals and could usually talk their language. Never got bit. I once had a pit bull with a nasty sense of humor sneak up behind me, bark once very loudly to see me jump, then gave me a smug look and went back to his doghouse.
Nina