I approach a household Sunday morning at noon in a semi-rural area to conduct an interview. The home is on a large lot which included two outbuildings. A man answers door wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. I explain why I am there but he does not care and shooes me away. I come back two days later in the evening and his wife answers the door. She says “No surveys,” and slams the door. Because this was a rural house with a long driveway I had driven to their front door. I took a few minutes to fire up my electronics and enter the data from my latest contact. While doing so the guy from Sunday shows up at my car window and asks what’s going on. I pitch him and gain cooperation. Later I interview his wife on the back porch of their estate overlooking grape vines and sweet corn stubble while being sucked dry by pregnant mosquitoes. I gave her sixty dollars.