The last time someone knocked on my door, I answered to the flashing lights of a fire truck.
While scary, it turned out to be nothing more than a warning about a burn ban and a firm request to put out the remains of a campfire I had smoldering in the front yard. I mention this only to illustrate the fact that I live in a rural area, and people simply don’t come knocking on my door.
So when the rat-a-tat-tat of a door knock happened again last weekend, I prepared for the worst.