I ran cross country in high school and once on a solo evening run, I very suddenly, and ironically, got the runs. And by suddenly, I mean I hardly got off the shoulder of a very public road before I dropped my drawers and sprinklered someone's lawn with my ass. I am sure someone must have seen me... there's just no way around it. But thankfully, I didn't see anyone see me. I just scooted behind a fence, removed my socks, defiled them, then left them for someone to mow over later.. because, what the fuck else could I do? I don't approve of littering, but in this case, the stinky walk of shame home, carrying them, simply wasn't something I was about to put myself through.
Later that day I discovered a canteen I had been drinking from had soap suds when I dumped it out..
This also just happened to me recently on Diamond Creek trail, and Casey, bless his heart, without hesitation, cut the top of his sock off and gifted it to me. He's a gem like that - a real keeper.