Locked Out

My domestic chore for the day was to thoroughly mop the kitchen and dining area floors.  This I chose to do before I took my shower and got dressed, therefore, I was still in my pajamas.   Since the bottom of the pajamas were getting wet, I removed those.

Part of my floor mopping strategy is to use old towels to dry the floor afterward, to make sure to get up any dirty water or dirt left behind.

When I was finished with this chore, I started throwing the dirty towels in the washing machine, then added a dirty mop head that was removable, and a couple of other cleaning aides.   I thought, I might as well throw in my underwear as well, as I was about to take a shower.   Then when putting the mop back in the closet, I noticed a dust mop cover that I could also throw into the washer.  In that process,  some gravely dirt fell onto my clean wood floor.  I took an old towel to wipe that up, and then and opened the door to the garage to shake it loose so that I could put that rag in the washer as well.

The door closed behind me! Not that I want to conjure this image, but I was locked out and indecent!  That has never happened to me before---at least the naked part!    I have locked myself out many times, and therefore keep a house key in a special place in the garage. Never have I been so grateful to find a key in its proper place.   If for any reason, someone had not put it back in its proper place,  I would have spent the next 8 hours stuck there, until Gerry got home.  Climbing in a window with a naked bottom was not really an option!