Why...

I just came back from downstairs,
went to do my eyebrows.. I have a story, here it goes.
As I was walking towards my building I happened to stop because the weather is really tame today, and I just wanted to take the time to love it a bit more.
So, I turn around to open the door to my lobby.. and there he was.
There was man fully relaxed; shoulders sagged, expression passive, peeing on a stack of 411 books.
I looked at him for what felt like an entire tense minute (on my side at least) and he just shrugs, like this is an everyday encounter. So then I turn around and quickly walk inside the building because I was anxious to get upstairs and the lobby was vacant. Also, the man was most likely coming. He comes. We get in the same elevator, just the two of us, with a thick cloak of awkwardness since he was most definitely embarrassed. He presses the 14th floor.
Hmm,
That's my floor, and that was gross.