Don't Open the Door

I got a bit of a scare last night. It was almost 9 P.M. and had been dark outside for a while when a knock came at the door. My neighbors, Lisa and Anna, often drop over in the evening but not that late so that was unusual. I never open the door without looking through the peephole because I'm a big sissy and that's what I did last night. Standing on the front porch was a young man probably in his late 20's. I wisely didn't open the door but just walked away to wait for him to leave...but he didn't.

He continued to knock softly on the door so I phoned Anna who lives across the street and asked her to look over here. By the time she'd gotten herself to her front door, he'd left. I never heard a car so he must have been walking.

I was nervous for the rest of the evening, wondering if I'd over-reacted but also wondering what would have happened if I'd stupidly opened the door to him. Was he dangerous or just a door-to-door salesman? I'm betting I did the wise thing by not opening the door.

It was one of those times that I sort of wished that Yip and Yap, Kim's dogs, were here. One of the rare times I ever wished for the comfort of barking dogs!