You are already wearing the towel, and are still dripping.
You are in a large bathroom, and standing precariously in the bath-oil slickened tub. *drip*
You have a communicator of 20C Old Earth design. You are wearing a towel. You are starting to get hungry.
You snatch up the bathmat, which is, in point of fact, a large towel.
It puddles on the floor and looks somehow comfortable there. You sense exiting the bath will no longer insure a mercifully quick death