I have this habit that i developed when i lived by myself. When i get out of the shower, very rarely do i get dressed, unless i have somewhere to be. I don't know what it is about sitting in my robe that is so relaxing, but it is. So it is not uncommon for me to be walking around without clothes. Yesterday was no different.
Because i had nothing to do all day, i put off taking a shower to the afternoon. So i'm sitting at my desk checking one website or another when i hear the front door open.
Panic automatically grips my heart. My roommate Kate is in Chicago for the week. No one has said anything about coming by. So why is the front door opening??? Immediately my heart starts racing and i'm looking around for anything i can fashion into a weapon.
Of course this would all happen while im sitting in all my naked glory. Never when i am fully clothed in my all-black ninja outfit with nun-chucks and samurai sword handy.
Anyhow, I hear someone tinkering with the door to the room next to mine. Very slowly and very quietly, i wait for the person to enter that room and i open my door with my can of deodorant in hand (i could not find a weapon and i figured blinding whomever the intruder was with my Suave deodorant spray was the next best thing),
I peek my head around the corner and what do i see..a confused looking girl checking out the bedroom.
Turns out, I just got a new roommate. WTH??? No warning or anything. Quite an unpleasant surprise (no offense to the girl, e no be her fault), especially with me standing there, hair all over my head, wearing nothing but my bathrobe which in my panic i was holding closed with my hand rather than having tied it shut. Not the best look i imagine.
The moral of the story today folks: Put on some clothes when you get out of the shower and keep at least a butter knife handy at all times!