photo by: Olivander
My mom has a neighbor who I swear waits for me to visit so that he can stand behind his storm door in nothing but tighty whites while scratching those hard to reach places. My mom laughs when I mention it because none of the other neighbors have ever seen the guy doing this. Well the issue of what is appropriate coverage while going to your front door popped up again. Last night we ordered Papa John’s for dinner. There is nothing better than dunking pizza in garlic flavored oil to make you feel healthy. Prior to dinner, I had planted a million get well flower bulbs in my mom’s garden and so I had jumped in the shower to clean up. I was in the process of dressing when a friend called to check on my mom. In the middle of the conversation the doorbell rang. Our pizza only took 15 minutes to get to us when we were told it would be 45 minutes to an hour. Well I let my mother, who is wearing a neck-brace, answer the door because I have a rule that if I am not appropriately dressed I will not answer the door. If the twins are not strapped in, I feel like an exhibitionist. Well my friend called me a prude and said it was no big deal because I would never see the person again. I disagree because as I said in a previous post, everyone in Richmond knows at least someone from my extended family. I can just imagine my grandmother on the phone asking if I needed new bras because great aunt so&so’s grandniece goes to school with the sister of the pizza delivery guy and he told her I answered the door bra-less. (It really works that way.) So today I have been doing a kind of informal poll among friends to ask if they think bras are optional. Some agreed with me and others could answer the door buck naked and feel completely comfortable. Are you a strapped down and reporting for duty kinda gal or a feel the breeze type?