I Should Know Better Than To Answer the Door
I was getting ready for bed just now when the doorbell rang. I was, at that precise moment, for perfectly good reasons that I will not go into at this time, naked.
Being the congenial neighbor that I am (not to mention expecting a UPS delivery), I hurriedly pulled on yesterday's clothes and ran to the door. There, two elderly black ladies, who given the date I assumed were pollsters, drew me into a too-long conversation about the world's troubles, the unpleasant political situation, and finally my thoughts on God. No, they were not pollsters, they were Jehovah's Witnesses.
Had I known, I would have answered the door naked.