Towel wrapping is a lost art, but then so is rolling your hair in those pink plastic rollers with the snap on clips, which you did after taking the towel off your wet head and before sitting under the dryer and getting your nails done, because you just knew that Ed McMahon would be pulling up with the Publisher's Clearinghouse crowd, and you did not want to be the one in the dog of a housecoat, wearing worn out scruffy slippers with your hair in rollers, with a cigarette dangling from your lips when you answered the door.
In other words, you wanted to look your best, dressed to the nines like Phyllis Diller when our good friend, Ed McMahon, came by with all the gang.