yeah, I particularly despise them: they're leveraging people being too polite to shut the door in their face. (I am not too polite to shut the door in their face.)

I don’t open the door in the first place. We get a lot of them round our way. If I’m not expecting anyone I just ignore the doorbell; if I think it might be someone I actually want to speak to, I ask who it is before opening the door. If it’s chuggers, it’s a firm “no thanks” and back to the sofa!

It's a real downside of gentrification. When we moved here, nobody rang the doorbell (except the police to warn us about incidents). Now it's doorstep chuggers and veg box/ meal kit people every day.

"this neighbourhood has gone up in the world and is now clearly full of bleeding-heart liberal marks"

The turning point was when I saw a Tate bag in the gutter and realised even the rubbish was going upmarket

my video doorbel has saved me a few times. also, the latrst greeting they teach in chugging school "dont worry, nothing to worry about"

ugh, ugh.