I normally have a pair of shorts handy. There have just been a couple of occasions when I havent had them around and had to open the door naked, and never had a problem with the delivery person.My bigger concern when I have had to answer the door naked, or miss the delivery, is other people on the street as my front door is very visible to whoever might be walking past.As one delivery driver said, they have seen it all before. Many times.
Glad to see someone else say shorts, implying no shirt.
Surprising how many men on this nudist site say they also put on a shirt to answer the door!
"A hook near the door"---I totally agree. I have a "coat rack" on the entry way wall so that my nudist friends can hang their clothes when they arrive. It also holds a pair of pants that can be quickly slipped on if needed when answering the door. Fortunately the security screen door has a one-way view during the day so I can even stay nude and talk without anyone seeing me. But at night, if someone is at the door, I always put on the pants first.
Years ago, early 1960's, I worked for UPS. This was back in the days when every package had to be signed for. Nudity wasn't a big thing then and many times I would be greeted at the door by someone either totally naked or in a robe, that would usually come open when I asked for the signature. I saw many signs that stated that a nudists lived here. Just part of the day. I must say that some days were more enjoyable then others.
Good to have a delivery person's perspective. Of course times have changed...
I will always put something on for someone whose job brings them onto our property - I keep a pareu tucked on a shelf in the library, towels in the barn and by the outdoor shower, and of course clothes in the bathroom / bedroom part of the house, so there's always something. If I'm outside or on the lanai, I won't make a mad dash for privacy, but I will put on whatever's at hand when I can conveniently get to it.
For solicitors / proselytizers, not so much. I know I've offended a couple of such people, and that doesn't feel good at all. The Mormon guys, on the other hand, have been perfectly happy to chat up a naked guy. When our house was just under construction, so there was NO place to hide, a pair even offered to stay and help me with the work I was, nakedly, doing. Another pair found me gardening crouched naked deep in weeds, and simply began their discussion of the Book of Alma as soon as I stood up. (I did mosey to the shower for a towel before inviting them inside.)