Good Morning, Officers

This morning I was awakened by the doorbell. Outside my bedroom window, I could hear men talking. They noticed the "NO SALES REPS-EVER!" sign on my door but they kept ringing the doorbell.
On the third ring I answered the door and angrily asked "What do you want?"
The guy was hemming and hawing, so I said, "You read the sign, I don't want to buy anything, so get off my property."
"But we aren't selling anything," he said.
"Then get the fuck outta here," I replied.
He and his two other jumpsuit-clad homeboys walked next door, up the driveway and toward the backyard. Looked to me like nobody was home.
I went out to see what was up.
They were milling around and I said, "Y'all need to get back in your truck and get out of this neighborhood." They said they were supposed to be there. I said I was going to call the cops.
So I did.
In two minutes, three squad cars arrived.
Turns out the jerks were supposed to be next door, doing some kind of grunt work.
Why they felt the need to wake me up remains a mystery.
The cops took a report and left.
All I can say is, I hope those guys like opera, because I intend to blast it from my stereo speakers until they leave.