Living in the country for an extended period of time can cause one to become complacent about certain things — like wearing clothes, for instance. When your nearest neighbor is nearly a quarter of a mile away and the space between is heavily wooded, clothing is optional. Now, don’t get me wrong. We are in no way nudists. After all, we do still have a couple of college-age boys living in our guest house. But I don’t think twice about going out to feed the chickens in the morning while still in my robe (I did learn my lesson about doing this while wearing one of David’s white dress shirts in which I had slept — but that’s a different story). And when David has been out mowing or cutting down trees he usually comes in the back door into the laundry room, strips to his underwear, and then goes upstairs to take a shower. Most of the time this is a fine idea. I appreciate not having all those little bits of grass and dirt to vacuum out of the upstairs carpet. However, it is wise to take precautions.
My friend, Roz (who is no doubt still chuckling about this) was coming over today to pick up some flour that I was going to grind for her. I knew she would be here soon when David came in the back door and I told him this. Still, he kept chatting with me instead of hurrying. Finally he decided he had better go take his shower. Now, if it had been me, I would have had David go make sure the coast was clear, or at least peek around the corner first. But noooo…he just saunters off. I’m standing in the kitchen as he does this and the next thing I hear is, “Uh, Roz is here.”
Sure enough, she has just come up to the front door (clear glass storm door) as David walks by in nothing but his black briefs. He scurries upstairs as I go to open the door. Roz is standing there cracking up. In situations like that, all you can do is laugh. And we both did. A lot!
my DH’s first encounter with a new friend of mine was answering the door in his long johns…(long underwear – this was Canada and he was a logger…). My friend didn’t even bat an eye as this is her DH’s usual attire too (he was a logger too!).
Ha! Ha! This reminds me of another David story. Quite early one Saturday morning we were awakened by an earnest, albeit misguided soul who yearned to share her religious beliefs with us. David politely told her we were Presbyterians and she left. It was only then that he realized he had failed to zip his hastily donned pants.
Just wanted to let you know that I enjoyed both the visit and the “show”! I needed the laugh badly,not to mention the flour and the company! Tell David he made my day!
What a cute story. I’ve always told my husband that I wanted to live out in the country so that I could go get the paper in the nude if I wanted to. Now I would never, never, never do this of course but I like the idea of being able to if I wanted too. Anyway, I will forever keep this story in mind just in case I ever do live in the country where I could if I wanted to… hehe