I'm at home, having just got out of the shower. My room is large and open, and a little messy. I have a house-guest, a large Indian-looking fellow like the guy Alona bought her car from.

He hands me a towel, which is damp. I ask if it is my towel, meaning the towel I normally use for showering, and he sort of shrugs as if to say "it's a towel; they're all your towels."

Looking around the room, there are at least three other towels that look the same. One is hanging on a line, and two are sort of draped on the bed with some other clothes. One of those is probably "mine". But it seems rude to rummage around, when he just handed me this one, even though it seems like he probably just used it. Oh well, I think, at least he had just got out of the shower too, so he was clean.