Anybody ever been locked outside their house/apartment/hotel room/ etc? Or work in a hotel and had this happen to guests?
I’m sure this happens quite often…
A co-worker (married, older, and quite devoutly religious thank you) once knocked on my hotel door (across the hall from hers) where I was staying for a convention. She had intended to ask me to get something from the car, but ended up stuck in the hallway in her pajamas. I thought it was hilarious, 
and got her items (plus a spare key from the front desk) while she stayed in my room.
The only time I recall anything like that happening to me was when, on a tenting trip waaay up Wells Gray Park in BC during the unpopular season, I decided it would be faster to get my clothes from the car naked than find my old stuff. Of course, the only other car we ever saw on the whole trip drove by our campsite right then… :o
I’ve been trapped out of my house in a robe, but not naked.
It happens all the time. I got an email from my buddy last week about his experience in an airport hotel:
Actually that would be quite a good scam to get hold of the key to a room you’re not meant to be in…
Close. I once got out of the shower, dried off, then had the cold water tap on the sink come off in my hand. I had to sprint outside naked to get to the water shut-off valve. Luckily, it was 5:30am and nobody in the neighborhood was up yet except for the ctas. They laughed.
Actually, yes. This happened to me. Okay, not naked–I was in the hotel robe, barefoot, no contact lenses, hair wet and uncombed, I put my breakfast tray out and the door shut behind me, and my boss had called a meeting in MY room for about twenty minutes from then. I thought, “Hmm, can’t go down to the lobby this way but isn’t there a phone at the end of the hall?” And on the way I saw a maid, who was very helpful. The first room I picked was not even my room–chain on the door–and yet she was willing to try her pass key on the next room (which thankfully WAS my room).
This was such a great way to get into a room that I tried to put it into a mystery novel. Unfortunately it did not fit. But someday…because by god I have paid for that story.
Does almost naked count? How about almost naked in a suggestive situation?
I had a job as part of a travelling audit team; sometimes we would go away on a series of jobs, with hotel stops in between them.
So we finished one job at about 1 or 2 AM and returned to the hotel; I undressed down to my boxer shorts, washed and went to bed, only to hear a knock on the door within a few minutes.
I went to the door and it was one of the guys from the team; he had set up some of our electronic gear to charge in his room (opposite mine), but was concerned about the noise it was making, and could I come and have a look.
I agreed and because the hall was deserted at this time, I just stepped across in my almost completely undressed state… and heard the door to my room go click as it closed behind me.
Anyway, there was nothing wrong with the equipment, but I was locked out of my room in just my underpants. Obviously I couldn’t just stroll down to the night reception desk in that state, so I had to send my buddy, who had to explain that I was locked out of my room, but could not personally attend to get the spare key, because I wasn’t dressed.
The night receptionist/assistant came along shortly to let me into my room, giving me a knowing look; I tried weakly to explain the true nature of the predicament, but he wasn’t really listening, having already (I think) made up his mind exactly what was going on.
This happened to me a couple of times (not naked, though. I was in a bathrobe or pajamas each time).
When I started my junior year of college I was rooming with a freshman. The RAs drum it into the freshmen’s heads that for safety reasons, they need to keep their doors locked at all times. Most students (myself included) locked their doors when going to class or leaving for a substantial amount of time, but not for things like quick trips to the bathroom or heading next door to chat with a neighbor. Others followed the RA’s instructions to the letter.
My roommate assumed that I would have my key with me at all times as the RA had instructed. I’d wake up, head for the bathroom, come back five minutes later and find myself locked out – which meant I had to trudge downstairs, go outside, walk to the office in the next building over and explain that my roommate locked me out. After the second incident I started carrying my room key with me at all times.
It really wasn’t a big deal, though. My friends and I were more worried about being caught in the shower during a fire drill. No one wanted to be that person standing outside in nothing but a towel.
Funny story not involving me involving someone who was almost naked in public–although trapped doesn’t quite describe the situation.
I was working backstage of a High School musical. Due to circumstances beyond the director’s control, the planned technical rehearsal with orchestra, costumes, lights, etc. had been replaced with a technical rehearsal with costumes, lights, and sound–well, what sound could be fussed with when there was no orchestra to be found.
Anyway, the two leads performed a song and dance and dissappeared off stage to change costumes for the next scene. The male lead takes off his clothes, except for his boxer shorts.
The director calls the male and female lead back onstage to fuss with the blocking (or something-- at this point I don’t remember what). Male lead reappears promptly, Female lead not quite so promptly. Male lead is dressed solely in a pair of large white boxer shorts. (In all seriousness, if I’d just seen him dressed like that and hadn’t had any reason to know what else he was wearing that day, I’d have assumed he was wearing white shorts). Female lead is fully dressed.
There was quite a bit of laughter, and not a few admiring looks cast at male lead.
There was quite a bit of laughter at the expense of the female lead when she practically refused to get within touching distance of male lead.
In all seriousness, male lead didn’t care who saw him almost naked. Female lead was mortified to be on the same stage as an almost naked attractive male.
If female lead had been half as relaxed as male lead, it would have taken a lot less time to finish the fussing and send them back to finish changing for the next scene.
Me, too. By Jehovah’s Witnesses, no less!
Early Sunday morning, incessant knocking on the front door. I throw on my robe (nothing on underneath) and groggily go to the door. They are cheerful. My indoor only cat slips out. I panic. I ask the Witness to grab my cat. She backs away from it like it’s Satan and it spooks. I step out and try to get him and the door falls shut behind me…the auto-locking door. At this point they get an earful from me about how can the call themselves Christians and go spreading their religion around if they can’t even help someone catch their cat? (Don’t even ask how or why I thought those things were related…I was groggy and perhaps a bit hung over.) They look at me like I’m Satan and book it out of there.
I bang on the front door for Suburban Plankton to come and open it. He doesn’t. I bang and holler. He stays in bed. I bang and bang and bang. Eventually he comes to the door and lets me in. I start yelling, “Why didn’t you let me in sooner? Didn’t you hear me pounding on the door?” He responds, “I though you were them.” What? I mean the JW’s can be obnoxious, but generally they don’t bang and holler at the door for 5 whole minutes.
Just a few weeks ago I locked myself out of my dorm room after taking a shower. I was wearing only boxer shorts and a towel. I miraculously found an old pair of khakis in the basement and watched TV in the common room for a few hours until my CA woke up.
It was the second time I locked myself out that weekend. The time before I was wearing a t-shirt and boxers; a friend lent me a pair of shorts. Now my CA rightfully thinks I’m an idiot.