We were looking after pets for some friends who had kindly offered us the use of their house while they were away - their having a thing I like to call insulation along with air conditioning.
We went around with our various things intent on a cool night when we found we couldn't get into the house as one of the keys had seized in a door handle. After an hour of tugging and trying to slide a flattened coke bottle up between the handle's tongue and the divot in the frame we gave up and called a locksmith.
He came around within about 40 minutes and proceeded to alas break the handle to allow entry. I asked him if he'd ever had a call out for people who'd been naked outside their house and the door had shut behind them.
'Oh,' he said. 'Yeah tons of times.'
'Still naked when you get there?' said I.
'Sometimes, but they usually find something to cover up with. Once I came to a job where a guy was wearing a box around his waist.'
'Was it hard to not laugh?' I asked.
'Too hard. I pissed myself. He laughed too.'
Ahh, that was almost worth the money for the call out.