Not really a NUDE moment, but a barefoot moment, or more like, a barefoot hour and a half....
When I first moved to the Pacific Northwest, I was living with an old friend who was renting a house. Anyway, I was getting used to practically living alone there most of the time, and got up one morning and forgot my wallet, keys, shoes, cell phone, and socks, and locked myself out of the house. With no car, no money, no keys to get in, and after trying unsuccessfully to break into the house more than just a few times, I finally realized I had 2 choices, sit outside and wait for someone to come around and let me in, which could take DAYS, or walk all six miles back to my friend's boyfriend's house, barefoot.
I remember walking down the main drag here that day, on my second day in Washington. I had landscapers stop their machines to let me pass by, nobody even made a nasty comment, heck, most people did not realize I did not have shoes on, or socks. I only found a patch of broken glass to navigate near the only bad neighborhood in town that was easily avoided, but needless to say, when I got home, my feet were BLACK as heck from all the dirt. I got all the way back to the house, got my roomie, got a ride back, unlocked the door, and life continued on as normal from that point. Needless to say, I had a few copies made of my keys.