You know who we haven’t heard from enough? Those door knockers who walked themselves wobbly in the months, weeks, days, and hours before the election. Lord knows they have stories. Annette Price was one of those door knockers. By the time polls closed on Tuesday she was sure she had met every kind of crazy. Here’s a snapshot from a single Minneapolis block:

There was the guy who said he couldn’t go to the polls because his wife upstairs was “under the influence.”

“As it turned out,” Price says,  “so was he.”

The couple was going to be voting for “The Maverick,” he told her. “Then he asked us if we thought The Maverick was drunk today.”

Then there was the woman who “wanted things to be the way they used to be, when election day campaigning was illegal.” She said she’d be writing the DFL immediately to protest.

And there was the screamer. “The man yelled so loudly at my canvassing partner I could hear him three houses down and across the street. He wants us to stop ‘harassing’ him and resented our using the hangtag to identify his house as a ‘do not knock’ for evening canvassers.”

“Oh!” he shouted. “So I have to be tagged now!?!”

Finally–on that block–there was Crazy Eyes. “He kept firing question after question at me,” Price says.

“Are you canvassing all over the state?”

“Yes.”

“Are you canvassing all over the country?”

“Yup.”

“Are you canvassing in Republican areas?”

“Nope, the campaign IDs Republican households.”

Then this zinger: “Are you going to keep canvassing after the election?”

“He was getting physically agitated at this point,” says Price. “I bade him a good day and walked off. He seemed disappointed at my sudden disengagement with him.”