True story:
Earlier this month we were doing the SOBO hut-to-hut thing in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. I think it was when we were approaching the Garfield Ridge Trail that this incident occurred. As we neared the intersection, there were three northbound hikers and two leashed dogs coming towards us. The trail was wide at this spot and they were conversing among themselves, so we didn't really stop to chat, just a quick hello or how ya doing or something similar. As we passed one hiker was on our left while the other two were dealing with the happy-looking dogs on our right.
The guy on the left was agitated. He sounded surprised and puzzled and upset. "I've got POOP on me! Aaaa! Ugh! I've got POOP on me!! It's all over me! How'd I get POOP on me!!?!!"
We kept walking. I guess that was the right thing to do. What could we do? I mean, he had poop all over him. Would you want strangers staring at you if you just discovered that you had poop all over you? His friends watched him with wide-eyed concern as they held the leashes of the happy dogs. "I've got poop all over me!" he cried. "It's not MY poop!"
Soon we overheard that the dogs had poop on them - maybe that's why they were so happy - haha! Poor guy. Even though we were now a polite distance away, he yelled again, "It's not MY poop!" He must've thought that we figured it WAS his poop, and that he was a real klutz with toilet skills. His companions obviously knew it wasn't his poop. He said it just for us and he wanted to make sure we heard him.