Back in college days, my girlfriend at the time lived in a different part of the state. During a break in school, she decided to take a day trip with her mother to visit a museum near me and invited me along. When my mother heard they were coming to town, she asked me to invite them over to our house after the museum.
The day came. The trip to the museum was boring, and the cold rainy weather made it even less interesting. I was happy when it was over. When we got back to my house afterward, my girlfriend and I left the mothers to talk in the kitchen. We went down the hall to a small tv room to get away.
We hadn’t been there long when the phone rang. It was my boss from my campus job calling to ask me a few questions.
Because this was back in the days when most phones were still attached to spiral, stretchy cords, I had to get up from the love seat we were sitting on so the phone cord didn’t block the tv, so I went and sat on the floor with may back against a chair. The chair was right in front of door to the tv room, and from there I could see straight down the hall to my girlfriend’s mother sitting in the kitchen.