Many years ago my petite wife was managing a residence hall for college students and in the middle of the night the fire alarm went off. I checked the system and ran up to the 3rd floor and a piece of the furnace had broke off so I turned off the gas and hit it with the extinguisher. Of course the fire department came and you know how ladies like fire fighters. Well, my wife was in her flannel PJ mid-thigh dress talking to the fireman since she was the manager and I was back in our apartment with the kids. Later she told me she felt so weird talking to this guy without any underwear on.
I assured her that he was just thinking about the job and not her in her PJs without underwear.
I never did ask if any of them followed her up the stairs!