I was naked when I met the postman at the front door this morning. I don't know what surprised him most, that I was naked or that I knew where he lived.
As an X plumber and spending over 35 years in the trade there's not a mode of dress or undress for that matter that I've not had somebody answer the door to me in, man or woman and although I not afraid of the naked body I'd rather a large dog, foaming at the mouth and straining on the leash came to the door than a scantily clad lady with a rye smile on her face you can lock the dog in another room.
As for offers, well the weirdest one must be when some young lady sat on the sofa right next to where I was working and started to roll a joint? want a spliff she asked? no thanks thanks said I a cup of tea would be good, nah got no tea bags she says. Ten past eight in the morning this was