Boundaries (or 'My Latest Exercise in Anger Management')

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I was hitch-hiking from Lake Tahoe to the valley some years ago and was lucky enough to catch a ride. The driver and I had a nice, inconsequential chat on the way down (what he did for work, what I did, who did we like to make the playoffs, etc.). He was nice enough to drive a bit out of his way to drop me at my doorstep. I was grateful, and he went on his way.

He seemed ok.

Then I started getting random phone calls, first at home and later at work. The guy was a fucking Amway salesman on the side, and no matter how often (and increasingly vociferously) I objected to these calls and expressed my utter lack of interest in his pyramid scheme, he persisted.

Then one day, the fucker shows up at my home, as I was in the throes of a well-earned, monstrous hangover. His knocking on my door was what awakened me. I was so pissed off at him that I threatened to beat his ass and send him to the hospital if I so much as saw him again on the street. Even then, he didn't move away from the door -- at least not until he saw the baseball bat. Suddenly, he developed manners and left.

Never saw or heard from the bastard again.