A little boy just mooned me.
More accurately, a little boy just mooned me and Ali Rapp. The boy was standing outside my office window with his back to us. At first, Ali thought he was peeing on the wall. Then, to our extreme amusement, he wiggled one side of his jeans down to reveal most of one cheek. Technically, I guess it was a half-moon. It appeared to be a challenging process because he had some guitar-shaped instrument strapped to his back.
After he had run away, Ali said she still thought he looked like he had been peeing at first. I went to the window and looked at the wall.
"Nope," I said. "A closer scientific examination has revealed no wetness on the wall or ground."
The evidence is in. He just wanted to moon us.