Garbage Man

Spring's finally sprung.
In the shoe (or any retail business) this generally means sending out a bunch of flyers displaying the hot picks from this new season.
Some people, myself included, don't necessarily appreciate tonnes of colored paper being packed into a solid mass inside their mailboxes. Most of these people put signs up with tacky rhymes such as "Save the trees, no flyers please." Some of the paper boys, either just don't give a shit, or ignore these signs out of spite.
Not my problem.
So I'm at work, and the phone rings. Of course, I answer. A very polite man asks me to repeat my name, and then mentions that he received a copy of our flyer earlier that morning.
Assuming he had a question about one of the items, I replied that we had just received a copy of that flyer ourselves in the mail, so I had a quick reference if he needed any help.
At this points, he screams into the phone that the next time we stuffed any of that garbage into his mailbox again, he was going to march down the the store and pour garbage all over me.
Realizing this was a situation I didn't particularly need to diffuse, I exclaimed into the phone, "SWEET! I love garbage!" and promptly hung up. (Looking back on the situation, I should have put on a porno voice and told him garbage was so dirty and got me all hot and bothered)

It also occurred to me afterwards...
Does this guy really have nothing better to do on his time, than call me up and work and threaten me over a flyer? Did he assume that I personally dropped off all the papers and rush back to the store to answer phone calls? Did he phone the drug stores, department stores, electronics boutiques and utility companies as well? Is he a recovering shoe-fetishist who nearly fell off the wagon when he saw those sexy sexy old lady shoes?

Who does that?