My temporary home, a rented apartment, has its largest window facing other apartments across the courtyard. When I first moved in, I was careful to keep the blinds closed so as not to display my naughty parts as I pranced to the shower and back. (Yes, I prance. There’s nothing wrong with that.) But over time, it just seemed like too much work to be opening and closing those blinds all the time. So my standards began to relax.
Before long I was content with holding a bit of clothing or a towel modestly over my private zone as I passed the window. But soon that too seemed like too much work. So I just picked up my pace and fast-pranced, side view to the window, hoping that the one-second exposure wouldn’t blind any innocent onlooker.
If you guessed that fast-prancing started to seem like too much work, you know me well. Fast-prancing became prancing, then walking, and now outright dawdling. In fact, if I drop a sock in front of the window, I’ll bend right down and pick it up. And I won’t hurry about it.
You might wonder where I will draw the line. Well, the great thing about my line of work is that I embarrass myself in front of millions of readers every day. Consequently, I’ve developed a high tolerance for that sort of thing. Obviously I wouldn’t do anything in front of the window that’s scatological or reproductive, or suggestive of either. But I’m giving careful consideration to twirling.