Seriously: get lost

Attention people of Earth: I am not interested in buying magazines from you to "help you go on a trip." I am not interested in the "leftover steaks" you have in the back of your truck. I am not interested in purchasing anything from you, if only because your attitude that the importance of your need to sell whatever it is you're peddling is somehow more important than the rare time I have to myself on a Saturday morning. If you believe banging on doors at random is a valid business plan, allow me to introduce you to reality of the harshest variety.

I have, heretofore, been altogether courteous and polite with my interactions with wandering salespeople. But I'm going to have to step up my game. I'm not planning on shooting through the door randomly as if I were beset by salesmoose, but the thought has occurred to me.

Edit: Twice in one morning? You have bothered me and rattled the birds. Now I'm all in a stabby mood.