My dad totally did this when I was growing up. Not so much the note on the door but he would lock me out, for sure. I've done my share of hanging out in tyhe driveway until the next morning when my Dad would let me back in. I love you, Dad!
That awkward moment when you ran up the stairs and now you're trying to hide your heavy breathing like it's no big deal but you're actually pretty winded and dear God you need to work out. Or when you walk up "the hill" (incline) in our back yard.