Yikes - I'm Blind!

I went to the restroom today to extract some little monsters which were bothering my bowels. As I walked in, I immediately noticed that someone else was already in there. My first thought was, "Darn... someone's here. I'll have to save my number two for later." My second thought was, "Why the heck is this guy out in the open with his pants down to the floor???"

Seriously. This was all happening in the huge open space of the restroom. I saw this "scarred-for-life" vision through the reflection of the mirror. This fellow coworker of mine was in his tighty-whities, pants down to his ankles, and bright-ass "Powder" skinned legs right in my face. Frack. I was shocked, of course. But I just proceeded to the stand-up urinal and, without making eye-contact, said, "Hi Ron!" And he, with his chipper "no-care-in-the-world" voice, casually responded, "Hey there, Rodney."

I could hear him behind me picking up his khakis, tucking in his denim shirt, zipping up, and buckling his belt. I'd understand if he was changing outfits. But I saw no workout bag. There were no other clothes with him. He was simply finishing up using the bathroom. Did he just finish peeing like a four-year old? With his pants all the way down? Then somehow moved back six plus feet to work on tucking in his clothes? Why couldn't he have done this in a stall? What the heck? WHY DID I HAVE TO SEE THIS????????