Sat night

After an evening at 'The Big Company's' convention party, I was left with a need for some nourishment. Something other than those little party appetizers and fondue. I had room service deliver a sandwich.
It was good to get out of the dress shoes and outfit and just relax after doing business talk all day.
After finishing the sandwich and dessert I put the tray in the corridor for pick-up. The entries are in a bit of an alcove, set back from the corridor. I pushed the tray out a bit further so neither my next door neighbor or myself would trip over it. I pushed it a little further out and heard 'click'. I'm in the business. I know what that means.
The door shut and locked behind me. I am now standing, outside my room, at about 11:30 pm in a Patriots T-shirt and big old lady white cotton underwear. Pure horror.
I stared at the lock as if the power of D.D. could open it. Dumb ass.
I then knocked on 3 nearby doors until a ladies voice said she would call the front desk.
As I heard her call, a gentleman walked by. He was very gracious, giggling only slightly, commenting on the fact he had the same T-shirt.
The front desk guy come along in a few minutes. It felt like forever. I apologized for the outfit and all he said was, "At least you have clothes on".
Was he suggesting people get locked out there naked or was he thinking that he might have lost his eyesight if he found me standing there with less on that I had?