The back story on this is as follows: we just got new upstairs carpeting and there are two doors still off their hinges (for painting purposes). One of these doors is the door from the outer bathroom (sink area) into the “master” bedroom, which is currently unoccupied.
Said master bedroom has a few select items in it: several dog toys, a lighting fixture on the closet shelf and a dustpan propped up on the windowsill.
One day (this actually happens a lot) I forgot to take my towel to the bathroom. It usually lives on a hook on the back of my door (this may be an old habit from when there were three of us sharing the bathroom and only two spots for towels). If this has ever happened to you, you know that there are only three options:
1) Head out of the bathroom and down the hall to your room.
2) Put on your dirty clothes and head to your room.
3) If you have your clean clothes with you: put on your clean clothes and head to your room.
I chose option one. Mostly because no one else was in the house at the time. And secondarily because I am a big fan of nakedness.
So, I walk out of the inner bathroom and turn to walk through the doorless doorway, when I see straight ahead of me, through the window: a man. Perhaps it is telling that I didn’t run, move to cover myself or do anything else, really. I just stared at the window.
And then I realized that it wasn’t a man. It was the dustpan. (Really, Gigi, how tall would that guy have to be to be standing outside the second story window peeping?)
Later I was telling my Beloved Roommate the story. This is the conversation that ensued:
BR: Really, you just stood there? I probably would have charged the guy.
Me: Awesome. He would be like, “sweet, a naked girl running at me! Those Axe commercials were right!”
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