I work in an affluent city, where you would think people don’t do this kind of stuff. The moment I left my office, I see someone’s pooped stained underwear on the floor. They don’t look like they belong to a homeless person, but you never know. The funny thing is, there’s two large industrial trash bin about 10 feet away. Maybe they were hoping the cleaning crew would pick it up, no, it was still there the next morning. It could be one of my old coworkers for all I know.