I went to a party this weekend for my sister who is leaving for Afghanistan in the next week or so for a nine month deployment. Many of the people there were people we've known since we were in high school so some hilarious stories were told. One time Amy had a friend sleeping over and they snuck out and went to a party. When they got home the door was locked. Crap. So they went to my sister Beth's basement bedroom window and knocked.
Beth said as soon as she heard the tapping on the window she was immediately paralyzed with fear. She was laying in her bed, scared to death and couldn't even move so, of course, she didn't let them in. Amy and Christie then had the brilliant idea of taking off their pants, knocking on the back door, and then when my parents answered, telling them that they were getting the dog (who always slept in my parent's bedroom) and the door swung shut and locked them out.
Why did they take off their pants, you ask? Well, I asked the same thing. They said that their story would be more believable if they did it without pants because then my parents would think that they had been in bed and got up to get the dog. SO smart. They got in and I'm still not clear how. Did my parents let them in? Did they sneak in a different way? I don't know. But anyway, after they got in they confronted Beth about not letting them in her window. She told them she was petrified and didn't know it was them. She said, "Next time knock a song so I know it's you. Knock 'Hot Cross Buns'."
Beth said that when she snuck out, she always left a bathrobe in the garage to put on in case she had to knock on the door so she could be spared the indignity being pantsless when she had to beg to be let in the house.