working hard, hardly working

Just when you've finally embraced the merits of your cubicle life, the Houston Press publishes this article about the life of door-to-door sales kids.

An excerpt:

Without knowing they're talking to reporters, the agents walk over and ask for rolling papers. When asked what they're doing in town, the agents explain their job and how much they love it. It's a blast, they say. You lie all day to sell subscriptions, and you unwind afterward with some smoke. You tell the customers that you live a few streets over, that you go to the local school and play on the soccer team, that you just sold subscriptions to their neighbor, and the idiots buy it because by now you've got it down to a science.

This does wonders to explain the kids who knocked on my door trying to sell me used baseball cards at 9 a.m. last Friday.

What's the most sketchy door-to-door pitch you've received?