No kidding. When I was stationed in Las Vegas, there was one particular religion that would make the rounds on Saturday handing out literature. My roommate and I would look through the peephole, see some old woman or a male out there and would just ignore the knocks.
One Saturday, there's a soft knock at the door and looking through the peephole, there's a very attractive young woman. We both open the door, and she says "Good morning, would you like a copy of "Name of Magazine here?"
It's just not fair when they cheat like that.