The Time I Got Caught Naked(ish)

In college, I was known for being the naked one around our three-bedroom apartment. Having two roommates who were pretty conservative about flaunting their junk (or maybe they were just normal and I don't much care because my motto is that hey, we all have the same stuff, right?) made this an easy title to attain. My daily routine was to shower and then get ready in my underwear while I sat on the couch and watched TV. Apparently, when you live with people, this isn't normal? I can't know.

Anyways, around the beginning of senior year, I hopped out of the shower one evening and mozied into WF's room to ask her when the boys were getting here. The boys consisted of her boyfriend and a couple more of our guy friends who, needless to say, did NOT see me during my normal getting-ready routine. WF's response, "oh they won't be here for at least 45 more minutes." Score. I can still sit in my underoos and do my make up. 

I don't know if I lost track of time (I didn't) or they were just a little too prompt, but midway through my Reba episode the door - which was unlocked no thanks to WF herself - flies open and three unsuspecting guys are making their way into my house. Operation cover-myself-the-best-I-can-with-decent-body-parts ensued. I pull my knees up to my chest, all the while screaming at the top of my lungs to SHUT THE DOOOOOOR! OMGAH SHUT THE FREAKIN' DOOR! Mad Dog (ha get it? MD?), her boyfriend, just stands there dumbfounded like uhhh what? The Porter brothers are behind him peaking through all "what's going on? Why is she screaming like a banshee? Is she? Oh wait."

It clicked.

MD starts shaking his head to free the images from his mind while he stumbles backwards pushing the other two back out the door.

I was mortified. 

I proceeded to run in my room once the coast was clear, dress myself and let them in, head down and tail tucked (not literally, get your mind out of the gutter). After some conversation about what happened, MD informed me that he thought I had clothes on and that I was just sitting there hugging my knees for no apparent reason. 

Maybe because I totally do that all the time. And I guess I just love to yell at intruders when they walk in my house without knocking? Right. 

Long story short, none of my junk was seen, they didn't even really know what happened, and I still have a little of my dignity left. Be thankful for the small stuff right?