I attended a clothing party hosted by a close friend. It's one of those home parties where the consultant shows off the latest line, then everyone gets to try on samples.
It was the first time I'd ever attended one of these, but several of the ladies had been to one before and knew the routine. As soon as the consultant ended her presentation, the guests stood up and started taking off their clothes--right there in the living room! The hostess and consultant had said guests could use the bathroom or a back bedroom to change, but in the interest of time, many of the more seasoned guests simply stripped in the living room and started trying on clothes from the racks.
It was a Sunday morning party, complete with wine-coolers so I guess many of the guests were not as inhibited as they might normally have been. There was a lot of loud laughter and everyone was having a good time.
The front door was open so the breeze could come in. Imagine our shock when a few minutes later we heard the doorbell and look out to see a policeman standing a few feet down the sidewalk. He was trying to avert his eyes from the door. Seems an irate neighbor had called the police because someone had parked in front of her house.