Ha Ha, sunseeker. We live next to a railway line and before the conifer hedge grew to a concealing height I'd often get a 'nee-naw' from the drivers if I let the dogs out in my PJs.
One morning, after a late night barbecue, I was clearing up empty glasses and bottles when I heard a train approaching. DH was standing by the kitchen window, laughing his socks off, as I tried to duck down behind a shrub.
I got the usual blast on the train's hooter. The track is almost roof height with our bungalow so instead of being hidden, I must have looked as though I was having a wee in my own garden