It is a dreary, cold, wet day in Buffalo. Pouring rain! So when I got home from work, I immediately started stripping off the dress clothes, reaching for the warm sweats.
Mid-strip, the doorbell rang. Figuring it could be no one but Ryan standing out in the freezing rain, I hustled toward the door to let him in. My pants were still unbuttoned, and as I headed down the stairs, I started to fasten them--just in case it was not Ryan at the door. Obviously, I was not going to open the door until I was fully clothed.
You know where this is heading.
As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I audibly gasped in horror and clasped my hands over my open fly and button. There, standing inside the door, was our downstairs neighbor, who had rung the doorbell to get my attention instead of just walking upstairs to knock.
"Yes?" I asked as nonchalantly as possible while holding my pants closed.
"Could you please move your car? You are parked behind me." He avoided my eyes and my exposed undies.
Will I ever be able to look this man in the eyes again?!?