The door bell rings, I’m naked. What am I supposed to do?
I open the door and stand behind it.
I voted with the majority of females. 
Regular phone, or video phone?
I have never - and will never - answer the door naked.
I’ve never answered the door while naked. I can’t imagine any winners in that situation.
I voted for the second poll option, though it was while staying in a hotel. I knew it was a close friend at the door and just thought it would be funny. It didn’t go too well - he and another friend picked me up, carried me down the corridor, and dumped me on the floor outside the open door of a girl’s room. I picked myself up and returned to my room with as much dignity as I could muster. I wasn’t terribly embarrassed by it, but I wouldn’t choose to do it again.
I’m a contractor. One morning I had an appointment with a women. I had told her that I would be arriving before my crew so that we could go over a few things before we got started.
She opened the door dressed in bright red, very revealing lingerie and proceeded to carry on a causal conversation with me. It was morning and maybe she sleeps in such attire, but she made no attempt to hide behind the door.
Later when she came out to talk to me, she had put more clothes on, but I could still see the red lingerie exposed on her shoulder.
I know that this is the opposite of what the poll was asking, but has anyone else been on the other side of the door?
I’m a painting contractor.
A couple of years ago we were doing a job for an older couple in their 70s. The wife had had so much work done she looked like a burn victim. Nice enough people but the wife in particular was sort of odd.
Guy that worked for me showed up to work and there was a note on the front door that said (paraphrased) “just come on in.” So he did. Wife was in the living room, completely naked, doing yoga to a DVD or TV show. She purred and greeted him. He fled in horror. There was no doubt that she had done this purposely.
I at one time had a client, a property management company that managed several Section 8 apartment complexes. I painted an occupied unit for a probably schizophrenic old man (we had an engaging conversation about the Nazis who had installed listening devices in his walls, among other bizarre topics) who, shortly after I showed up to work, removed his pants and boxers. He wasn’t threatening and I could have overcome him easily if need be, so I just went about my business and kept working. I’ve seen enough dangly bits in my day so this wasn’t really that alarming. Memorable, though.