Came across a metaphor for life in the men’s room yesterday. Walked in to see a li’l bubba about three years old strugglin’ at the urinal to get his underoos back up—everything the good Lord gave ‘im just out for the world to see.
Cue wide-eyed surprise as he sees me enter, and I just nod to him, give him a grin, and walk up to another urinal to take care of my own business. He only struggled for another second or two before his bottom half was back in order and he was washing hands with his older brother.
All that to say this: it ain’t the end of the world if you get caught with your pants down. Most folks are too concerned with dealing with their own situations to criticize yours. But if others bear witness while you have your <ahem> "friends in the winds," make sure you clean up well once you’ve re-covered.