The other morning after the children had been delivered to their schools, I decided to take one of my famous bubble baths. I headed upstairs to start the water and add the bubbles. As the tub was filling, I undressed and then I thought I would like to read in the tub, which is not an uncommon activity for me.
I'm reading A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry, and while it took me several attempts to get past the first chapter, once I did, I'm hooked. I'm loving this story that takes place in India.
At any rate, I checked my nightstand, checked the counters in my bathroom, and then, I remembered that I had taken the book in the car with me the day before to read during a time I would be sitting and waiting.
I grabbed my towel and headed down to the garage.
Now, I have frequently stated that if my neighbors haven't seen me naked, they haven't much tried. I'm just like you. I make dashes to the laundry room to fetch the shirt I want to wear that was hanging up to dry.
Oh yes, I forgot to mention that Mr. Incredible, who would normally be tucked safely away in his office, was sitting at my desk using my computer because of the untimely and most unfortunate demise of his work laptop (his new laptop made it's way from Shanghai to Ankorage to Louisville, KY in the last 24 hours...keep your fingers crossed that it crosses our threshold this very day!).
Heading out the door that leads from my home to the garage, I think nothing about the fact that I have no clothes on. I'd grab my book and be in the deliciously steaming tub in no time.
Enter the funny guy.
When I reached into my van to retrieve my book, I heard the lock turn and the chain being put on the door.
I knocked on the door.
I knocked and yelled, "Very funny. Let me in."
Mr. Incredible unlocked the door, opened it as far as the chain would allow, and said, "Who is it?"
"Ha. Ha. Very funny. Let me in. I'm naked out here."
To which Mr. Incredible replied, "I'm not sure it's a good idea to open my door to naked people in my garage."
And shuts the door.
Did I mention that it was below freezing outside? And I was standing in nothing but a towel.
So, I knocked again.
He cautiously opened the door and peeked out from behind it.
"Oh, it's you again. Put your clothes on, and I'll let you in."
"Let me in. I have no clothes on."
"You should have thought about that before you went out into the garage naked."
He looked over toward the garage door opener buttons that are right outside the door. I thought we were about to have a throw-down. Because I wasn't about to allow that door to go up. He must have seen the sheer horror on my face and thought better off it.
The door slid shut. And I heard his feet pad along on the tile floor. He was headed back over to the computer.
You know, it was funny that first two times, but at this point I was freezing my cojones off. Not that I have cojones, but you know what I mean. I was cold. I had no shoes. I wasn't dressed for the wintery morning.
And I had a flashback to an event circa 1987. My sister had just gotten out of the shower, and for some reason, she was downstairs in her towel. We started squabbling, and I opened the front door, shoved her outside, GRABBED her towel, and locked the door. I left her standing naked on the front porch while our neighbor, the beautiful senior in high school Kurt Sine, pumped iron on the balcony across the street. I didn't leave her out there but for a minute. And trust me, I got the crap beat out of me when I did open the door. And I got grounded for the millionth time when my parents heard of the torture I had subjected my little sister to, too.
I knocked a third time. He did not answer.
And I started to think he might really let me stay out there.
Apparently, I deserved to be standing naked in my garage. I knew that somehow my sister, all the way in southern California, was hearing ringing bells and having people congratulate her that justice was finally served while my feet were turning into popcicles in my garage.
I backed away from the door and started toward the van. I knew that at least one child basically disrobes in it everyday, so I could probably find something warm in there with which to cover myself. I could get in and sit there, and I could read because I had my book in my hand. It was looking like it was going to be a stellar day.
Just as I reached the van, the chain rattled, and the door swung open wide.
Make no mistake about it; I RAN into that house. Then, I punched Mr. Incredible in the arm and told him he was mean and that his little joke wasn't cute or funny.
And then I started laughing hysterically because it was funny.
I think next time I will remember my robe AND slippers before I venture out into the garage. I make no promises about changing my naked ways when I sprint to the laundry room.