a completely irrelevant story

not too long ago, the mailman came and rang my doorbell, which meant he had a package.

my first reaction was, oh shit! i need to go get the door before he leaves with it.
my second thought was, oh shit! i don't have any pants on.
my third thought was to find something to put on quickly before the mailman left but in the abyss that is my room and with the fisheye view you get when you're trying to find one thing but all you can focus on is everything else, all i could see were shirts.
my fourth thought was to somehow get his attention (even though my window was open and i contemplated yelling, "WAIT!") without exposing myself. though i suppose that would've gotten his attention anyway.

in the meantime, my adrenaline was pumping because i love getting packages, especially when i'm not expecting them, and it made me that much more clumsy.

i ended up grabbing a pair of shorts, opened the door slightly and hiding behind it (without them on) and said, "HI." he looked a little confused, said hi back and walked away. the package was under the mat. and it wasn't even for me.