I really wanted to show you this fella's ass.
Yes, you read that correctly.
I drove into the parking lot just in time to see him walk out of the store, pants so low his ENTIRE boxer-clad butt was hanging out, over his shorts.
So while I didn't get to really show you what I wanted to, I enjoy the "What in the hell are you doing?" look on Mr. Egland's face.
Of course, once I explained I wanted to show the world a total stranger's butt, he understood.