Nothing too outrageous that I recall. You decide.
An older brother and I called on a woman that he and his family knew. She was older too, laying in bed in fact. She told me to come closer so that she could get a better look at me. Then she said that she had leg cramps and sure needed someone to massage her cramps. I told her it was best that I not do that. She asked if I would be so kind as to fill her hot water bottle with warm water. I filled it from her bathroom sink and brought it to her. She revealed her leg and showed me where to place it (a PG-13 or R rated area). I held the water bottle out to her hand. She grabbed my hand and used my hand to place the water bottle where she wanted it.
Then there was the woman in her housecoat on a Saturday morning. We DID get people at the door early for the the weekends. Anyway, as I was showing her the magazine article her boob popped out.
I had driven down a dirt lane to call on a house at the end. There was a huge mud puddle, so I parked to the side of the puddle and walked the rest of the way to the house with another publisher. The woman was in the yard and quite friendly. Her son, a grown man that I knew, came tearing out of the house waving his arms telling us to get out there, that they didn't believe in that JW *&^% and to get moving. As he was yelling, I noticed a grove of marijuana plants growing in a garden area just behind the house. When we had walked back to the car and were getting back in the car, the man came tearing down the path with his truck and plowed full force through the mud puddle to make sure my car was totally splattered.
I used to call on a man who had schizophrenia. He rather liked me and would recount stories of how angels appeared to him and spoke about me while he was in the post office.
One time a woman came to the door and said that she was on the phone but that I could sit on her porch until she was finished with her phone call. I sat there for a very long time. LOL.
It all happened in NC.
Bob