The other day I was groggily getting ready for my morning shower. (Commuting day, so I was up at 04:25.) As I was removing my pyjama bottoms, my heel caught on the leg. I’d been out of bed for like a minute, and having my heel stuck in the leg was annoying; not to mention that I have knee injuries, and I’m a little unstable in the mornings. I muttered, ‘Get off my leg, you foot!’
It struck me that this would have been a bizarre thing to overhear, not knowing what was happening.
My favorite thing-said-that-would-freak-out-someone-not-in-on-the-conversation was, “Regardless, if I were to eat any part of a dead cheerleader, I would want it cooked!” Said quite emphatically by a friend during a strange conversation at a pizzeria. Just as the waitress arrived to ask if we wanted another pitcher of beer.
My (then-)g/f and I were at the late, lamented, and very tacky Kelbo’s (another page), when we overheard someone say ‘We have a midget roasting a nun on a spit over an open fire.’
Having been unsteady for years before my knees and hips and sacrum gave up I haven’t dressed nor undressed without being effectively seated throughout until needing to stand for the bits of moving the clothing around my butt. Come to think of it, I rarely actually tried dressing or undressing while standing, I guess I am a bit lazy:p