One defining thing about me is that I have an insatiable curiosity, and a true need to solve the puzzles that confront me when out in the world.
When I see something odd, my immediate reaction is to start gathering clues and formulating an explanation that fits them.
I then turn this into a story that's worth a few laughs, more often than not.
If I happen to have a picture, it usually ends up here on Zzakk's Garage.
Not this time.
Finding pants in a portapotty is certainly odd, but in this case I'm not curious enough to look for clues.
The only logical explanation involves some guy crapping his pants in public, so the investigation stopped before it started.