BANG BANG BANG! Was the sound I woke up to early one morning around 8:30. All I could hear from my upstairs bedroom was the sound of someone yelling and pounding their fist on the front door. Instinctively, I grabbed my baseball bat and went to the front door. I looked through the eye hole in the door and as my face was close to the door, there was only more pounding, pounding that shook the entire door.
Since the door was shaking, I could not get a good look through the eye hole, so I looked through the glass at the top of the door only to find my father still pounding on the door. I opened the door and my father was just standing there. He said to me, “I forgot my keys and locked myself out”. I was not exactly sure when he initially went outside until I looked out onto the front porch and saw a nearly empty case of beer sitting next to the porch swing.
At some point in the night, my father could have walked to the corner store to buy a case of beer. Since the corner store closes around 2 am, I’m guessing my father had been outside for quite some time. All I could do is shake my head and walk back upstairs to start my day.