Embarrassing day

I do not like to write too much but I have to mention some embarrassing things that happened to me yesterday before I forget them.  Not likely, but possible.
First, I was in the bathroom upstairs, doing what all of us do in a bathroom. While I'm sitting on the throne and checking phone messages, the bathroom door opens and one of the neighborhood boys, about 6, is standing there talking to me in Vietnamese. I asked him to hand me the toilet paper, but he ignored me and kept talking. I told him to di di di. He di-ed and I finished my business. Later, another boy, about 9, came into my bedroom as I sat naked on my bed applying lotion to my many rashes. I chased him out as well. Later, I gathered all the neighborhood kids to my living room, and acted out that it's OK to come into my house and living room, but tre em (children) DO NOT COME UPSTAIRS. I still won't lock my front door, and I think the kids understood my message. They're great kids ... downstairs.
Later that night, I taught a bunch of 20-year-olds. With my zipper down most of the class. This class is awesome, and I think they like me. I don't know now. Maybe they like me more, but I doubt it. I asked why they didn't say something to me, and they said they couldn't remember the word for zipper.
Earlier, an administrator sent me a text telling me what pages to teach in the nearby town of Long Thanh.  But she didn't send the message to me. She sent it to someone else. The someone else took offense, for some odd reason, and wrote back: BAD WORD-You. The administrator thought I wrote the nasty reply and began asking folk what was wrong with John. The White Monkey is usually so gentle, so she was confused. It all got straightened out, eventually, so I went to the bathroom and pulled my zipper up.
All in a day.