I thought it was safe. You know, suddenly you’re married, and you have your own apartment and bathroom, and you think, “Yah, it’s okay to do this now.” You know. Shave naked. It makes sense – I’m just gonna jump in the shower after the shave – might as well shave in all my glory. So there I was. Sarah in the shower. Me…well, naked. In our tiny little bathroom…shaving. Shaving before I jumped in the shower. Innocent enough.
Sarah and I got to the Braves game and found our seats among all the Columbia folk. It was my first Braves game, so it was fun. It’s a great ballpark, Sarah and I had our hotdogs at the game, and everything was going great. Until a married woman behind me (who used to live in our married student housing complex) leans over to me and says, “So, I heard you’ve been exposing yourself to Gus…”
Like I said, I thought it was safe. However, Sarah had informed our little friend Gus that he could come over and pick up the next Harry Potter book from our apartment. And, apparently in the minds of many little ones who live in this complex, this means you can just walk right in. And that’s what happened. And Gus must have heard Sarah and I talking upstairs, so of course he walked up the stairs, calling “Sarah Walker….Sarah Walker!” And then…DOH! There I was. Shaving. Naked. Door open. And a little 8 yr old looking at me. Immediately I slammed the door shut, confused as to why there was a little person in our house when I was shaving naked and yelled, “SARAH! There’s a little…there’s a kid out there…he’s yelling for you.”
I put a towel on, said ‘hi’ to Gus and told him where the Harry Potter book was. And all was well.
Or so I thought. Now everyone knows about Adam’s little “exposé.” Welcome to married housing.