Stockton, A.K.A. Stock Town, a rough, rough ass town in the San Joaquin Valley between San Francisco and Sacramento which, in most cases, you only choose to live if you have to. One of my co-workers lives there, hour-and-a-half commute each way, IF there's no traffic. He's a victim of being priced out of the area and and is now one of the many "super-commuters" that make the daily trek to the outskirts just to be able to own a house. This particular event happened just a few months back and circulated on the local news outlets for a few days, but it's fairly common in many parts of California. The homeowner's biggest mistake was opening the door, IMHO, but the likely result would've been a door bust-down, at which point the only option is to lie in wait and then gun 'em all down as they're storming in, and that, I'm SURE, she wasn't prepared for. Me, I'm in a so-called "nice" neighborhood, and I don't answer for anybody I don't know, all these peddlers and solicitors these days can fuck off.