Back in 2000, me and another brother went to this door, it was Fall, so the weather was cool, and they had their door open, with the Screen door closed. I was taking the door, so I knocked, and we hear from inside, "Dad, I got this." I can see this figure come, almost charging to the door, and out comes this kid about 6' and weighing 250 or so, in his late teens early 20's, flings open the screen door, nearly hitting me with it, wearing a motorcycle jacket and a dog collar with spikes.
He rushes out the door, and gets inches from my nose, and he's seething, and breathing so heavily he's almost spitting on me. I calmly explain our visit, while slowly backing up just a little at a time, you know since dogs can smell fear, and I didn't want to show any fear. We ended up having a not too unpleasant conversation with him, none of which I remember except he want to talk about how the movie "Matrix" was somehow prophetic.
After we left the brother with me told me he couldn't believe how good I handled that, and I told him "that wasn't me".