A drunk guy just opened my door and asked for more alcohol.

Like an idiot, I didn't get up and lock the door. So he walked in again asking if we had an Miller Lite. I told him we didn't have any booze. He asked me if I had any beer, I said no. He asked me if we had any hard alcohol, I said no. He asked me if we had any booze, I said no. He asked for a grape soda out of the box right next to the door, he got one.

And now I think he's out rooting around in the dumpster. Undoubtedly looking for booze.

And now he knocks to let me know he found who he came for.