If you come to my home and leave a pamphlet, it's littering. Your paper is unwanted here. I don't care about your church services, election, roofing offers, pizza deals, or lawnmowing business. Maybe you noticed when you were standing on my porch that the front of my house is quite breezy. That means that the leaflet you will attach to my front door will get blown into my yard and garden, and I'll have to get on my hands and knees to find it under the rhodendron. Stay off my porch and take your litter with you. I. Do. Not. Want. It. While I'm on the topic of my front yard, please don't let you dog poop on my yard or permit your kids to drop their candy bar wrappers in my stairs. If I wanted either of these things, I'd put signs out to let you know.