The pickins became slim in my service group before we left The Borg. Either they were too old and crusty to go d2d or they were crazy and made trouble for the householder. We even had one who unfortunate for her had frequent seizures and was seriously scary to work with. I felt bad for her but at the same time she had no business doing the work. Top it off she never took her seizure meds so it was very stressful to have her in your group.
One old brother was "old school" and he would start his presentation with, "Do you wanna die?" The conversation that ensued was lovely.
We lived near a small city with quite a few creeps and weirdos so many came in to "da truuf" from that area. So many creeps.....