Am I the only one who is outraged?

Today, I screwed up. I'll admit it, it was my mistake.

So I went to the gym today. After, while I was showering, my roommate left, locking the door behind her--the right thing to do, since otherwise our room would be empty, and unlocked. But I had most definitely not brought my key with me. Stupid, I know. I just didn't think about it. My other mistake: the only thing I brought with me besides my toiletries was a towel. Also stupid.

I got out of the shower and tried to re-enter my room, only to discover that I was locked out. This was when I started freaking.

First, I went to my RA's door and knocked. She was not there. I was wondering what on earth I would do when one of the girls who lives in my hall walked around the corner, approaching her room. The following conversation ensued:

"Hi, I have a question. What do you do when you get locked out of your room?"

"You go down to the front desk and....oh." *notices that my only garment is a towel*

"..."

"..."

"Um...is there any way I could borrow your phone to call the front desk?"

"Oh sure, here you go."

"Umm, do you by any chance know the front desk's number?"

"No."

"..."

"..."

"I'm really sorry, but could I use your computer to look it up?"

So we go in and she looks it up for me. After surfing around forever on the hopelessly un-navigable UT website, she finally locates it. I call them, and this is the conversation I end up having with the man in charge at the front desk:

"Hi...I'm locked out of my room, and I just got out of the shower."

"You didn't bring your key with you, now did you?"

"Well, no...I was just going to shower, and my roomie was still in there when I left."

"Don't try to blame this on your roommate, you should bring your key with you at all times. You should know that."

"Okay, well...What can I do now?"

"You can come down to the front desk for a temporary key."

"But...I'm in a towel."

"Well, do you have a robe?"

"No, just the towel."

"Then you'll have to come down in that."

"There's nothing else I can do?"

"I can go down and get it for you if you need..."

"Can I send someone else down to get it for me?"

"No, you  need to come down and get it yourself."

"But I'm only in a towel."

"Then you can either find someone to borrow clothes from, or come down in that."

"Ok...thank you"

What...the fuck. Can someone please inform me in WHAT reality is it EVER okay for a middle-aged man to require a girl to appear in only a towel in a public, high-traffic lobby on a coed college campus in the middle of the afternoon on a Friday, in order to re-enter the safety of her own room?

Luckily, the supernice girl who let me hang out in her room and use her phone also offered to lend me her dress while I went down there. So even though I was commando, I was no longer (more than) half naked.  Then, as if the douchiness on the phone wasn't bad enough, when I got down to the main desk and was being issued my temporary key and card by one of the RAs on duty, the asshole I had talked to didn't even look at me. I must have stood there for five minutes while the kid got all my stuff, and not once did Mr. William Duval even turn his head towards me.

So you tell me, what kind of jerk works in a dorm, whose purpose is to ensure the safety and well-being of its residents, and then bullies 20-year-old girls? He must have serious power issues.

I understand that his objective was not to make me feel violated. It was clear that his intent was to teach me some kind of lesson about remembering my keys, wherein I would learn by humiliation. 

The problem is that to have appeared in that lobby in only a towel wouldn't have been simply humiliating for me, I also would have felt vulnerable and exposed. His actions were extremely inappropriate, especially considering that I am the client, and he is in no way in a position of power over me. I'm not some kid at a boarding school, I am a young woman attending the University for which he works, to serve me.  And what he was asking me to do was completely outside my boundaries.

So how come, whenever I tell people*, they just laugh it off as something I'll think of as funny in a few months? Am I wrong in being so upset about this? Please tell me I'm not overreacting.

*With the exception of Caitlin Marie Huber, thanks baby <3

Also: set my alarm for PM, and missed class. Thanks for an awesome day, friday the 13th!