That foot position undeniably pushes the pelvis forward, so he can smear his just-came-in pants all over the front part of the counter that other people have to lean on. Imagine a child, or a Vertically-Challenged Person, briefly leaning their tired head against that and wondering why their hair was sticky when they moved their head away. It’s not right, people. This is vile. And it’s people like this who make me afraid to go out in public. That and all the duendes.