Say you just got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around you, and then realized that the mountain of clothes you’ve folded over the past two days was still downstairs. So you figured you’d just run down quickly to get said basket and because it was only going to take a “sec,” your towel-clad body would be perfectly fine attire for the trip.
Then say, hypothetically, of course, as you were downstairs for that “second,” your doorbell rings. And, what if, there were a little window right next to your front door that also looks right into your living room where you happen to be bending over to pick up that mountain-pile-basket-o’-laundry. And what if, as you glance over your shoulder, you see two strangers looking right into your living room. They have a little bit of that “deer caught in headlights” sort of look, but instead of averting their eyes and slinking back out of your courtyard, they just sort of stand there waiting for you to open the front door.
Would you open the door wrapped in only a towel, if say, this were to happen to you?
(Let’s just say, it was a very large bath towel…not too indecent. But I will be using one of the three, hardly-ever-used robes for any trips outside of the bathroom from now on.)