I grew up in a small town and only encountered Jehovah's Witnesses once in my childhood. That time, they gave their introductory spiel and my response was literally "uhhhhh ... ?"

I was a kid and had just gotten in trouble, including some yelling, from my mom who was - at the time - the only other person home. I don't even remember why. However, in normal circumstances I would have called to her for rescue; this time I wasn't sure whether I should since she was mad at me. Still, she heard the interaction and came to the door, saving me by saying "we're not interested, thanks" and closing the door in their faces. Afterwards, she explained in mom terms that she'd always have my back, even if she was mad.