I knocked on the thick wooden door, not quite knowing what to expect. I'd been around the block often enough that I skipped the "let's meet for drinks and see if we all click" stage of things. This was a sign, like many things, of general craigslist bullshit. If it's going to happen, it's going to happen. Of course, I wasn't stupid. I had my pepper spray in my clutch and I unconsciously traced its shape as I waited for a response.
