She gets creative with her gym clothes

Amy looked around. She didn't know what she could possibly do! Then she looked at the floor outside the stall. She had taken off her gym clothes, and there they were on the floor. Perhaps she could use them somehow. But how?

An idea occurred to her. She thought that if she could reach the clothes, she could use them to sweep a clear path that she could walk on. She very carefully reached out to the t-shirt, shorts, sports bra, and panties, all of which were bunched up in a pile. She grabbed the lot of them, and using them sort of like a towel, brushed the broken glass away from the floor just outside the shower stall.

Now that she had a clear path, she was able to get out of the shower stall without risk of stepping on glass on the floor. "That's a relief," she said. "Okay, this is tragic, but I just have to call Jason, and I'm sure he'll come and fix it, no problem." She very carefully tiptoed into her bedroom, picked up her phone, and called Jason.

"Jason! Hi, it's Amy from upstairs."

"Hey, Amy! How's it going?" he asked.

"Um, not so great, you know? So the glass door of my shower stall actually just shattered. Totally weird, I don't know what happened!"

"Oh man, Amy, I'm so sorry! I've been meaning to replace those doors -- they're old, and the glass just isn't holding up, you know?"

"Well, I sure know now!" she laughed nervously.

"I'm actually home right now, which is great. I'll be up in two seconds."

"Okay, I'll see you soon. Thank you!" Amy hung up, grateful to have such a caring and diligent landlord. She walked over to her dresser, and slid open a drawer to get something to put on. But the drawer was empty. She opened another drawer -- empty. She suddenly realized, "Oh no! All my clothes are in the laundry!"

She paced around her room, very self-conscious of her own nudity now, and tried to figure out what to do.

"Do I literally have nothing I can wear?" She looked in her closet. Not only was she doing her normal laundry in the basement, but she had also just dropped off several outfits at the dry cleaner on Thursday. Amy couldn't believe it, but as she feared, she had literally nothing to wear.

"Oh my god, oh my god! Jason is on his way up!" Just then, the buzzer buzzed. "Oh no!" Amy ran to the door and shouted through it. "Hello?"

It was Jason. "Hey, Amy, it's me. Can I come in?"

Amy shouted back, "No! No, you can't!"

"Huh? What are you -- didn't you just call me?"

"I did, but I was wrong, you can't come in after all!"

"I don't understand, Amy. What's going on?"

"Um ... I can't tell you, but I -- I can't let you in. Sorry!"

Jason sounded concerned. "Amy, I'm worried. Is everything okay?"

"Um, yes, everything is, mostly okay, I, um, don't worry, okay, have a nice day!"

Silence. Then the sound of a key in the lock. "Amy, this isn't like you. I'm super worried for you, and I'm coming in."

"No!" she screamed. The key turned.