In 1980 I drove around my town and asked people to fill out their U. S. Census forms. The folks that I visited had already ignored multiple requests, so they were not interested.
One old woman thought that the U. S. government was cooperating with the Russians so that when they took over that they would know how many rooms she had so they could quarter troops.
I warned one woman, as I had been trained to do, that the next visitor with a census form would be a federal marshal.
I was such a jerk.