I survived canvassing

And it was extremely uneventful.

My tally:
1 (one) woman in a pink bathrobe who said, "I have to get ready for work!" in a panic, and slammed the door.
1 (one) woman who said "Now is not a good time" and very clearly meant "Fuck off and don't come back."
1 (one) woman whose mom answered the door and said "She's really sick and I'm here taking care of her." Ooops.
1 (one) man who cared enough to have already voted and was sick to death of being bothered.
1 (one) man whose daughter had moved to Canada.
1 (one) man who was ineligible to vote (spoke fluent American English) and whose same-age female housemate didn't live there anymore. My first imagined backstory for this house: dude got busted for selling drugs, girlfriend left him. My second, more charitable backstory: Born overseas and immigrated young, live-in cousin found a place of her own in a neighboring town.

Aaand several people who smiled and said "thank you for doing this."
Aaand about 100 people who weren't home.

OTOH I don't think I actually talked anybody into voting. One person said she'd think about it depending on when she got off from work.

Well, win or lose, at least now I have sore feet. And radicalteacher treated me to ice cream.