The surprising visit

The surprising visit - Richard Carpenter

My dad passed by my house this morning. I was fast asleep when he came. I did not hear anything. I actually had no idea he was here until I found a post-it note on my fridge. I looked at it and recognized his handwriting.

For a second I wondered how did he get inside, but then I remembered I had given him a key.

The note was saying: “Sail awning for terrace longueuil” and it had a local phone number. I had no idea if I was supposed to call that number or no.

I thought it would be wiser to call my dad first, and see what that was all about. But not before having a cup of coffee and an aspirin.

The previous night I was out with the boys and I drank too many beers. I should have probably stopped after my fourth. It would have saved me the trouble of dealing with a hangover. Luckily it was Saturday and I did not have to wake up early and go to work. (Not that I would regularly have a hangover, or go to work while having it.)

My buddy is getting married in two weeks and we had his bachelor party last night. It was not much of a party. No clubbing, no strippers or anything crazy. It was more of a drinking gathering. We were six guys at the table, laughing, joking and drinking. I am happy I had a designated driver. I hate drinking and driving. I never do it. Did it once, got caught and learnt my lesson. Anyway, that was long time ago, when I was still in college.

Once I had my coffee, I opened the laptop and checked my emails. I was hoping I would have a reply from my real estate guy. He was supposed to let me know if my offer was accepted or not. No news from him.

Though I did have an email from my brother who was living abroad. He wrote to me because he was planning to surprise mom and dad with a short visit. Sort of just dropping by unannounced. He knew that if he would tell mom, she would make a big deal out of it. He did not want any party or special treatment.

I replied to him saying he could crash at my place anytime if he wanted to avoid his ex-wife, who lived right across my parent’s house. Ironic, right? Having your ex meeting up with your parents... I am happy it did not happen to me.

When I finally called dad, he didn’t answer.